He wants to die in a lake in Geneva 
The mountains can cover the shape of his nose 
He wants to die where nobody can see him 
The beauty of his death will carry on so 
I don’t believe him 

He greets me with kisses 
When good days deceive him 
And sometimes it’s gone and sometimes I believe him 
And sometimes I’m convinced 
My friends think I’m crazy 
I get scared and call him, but he’s usually hazy 
By one in the morning, the day is not ended 
By two he is scared 
That sleep is no friend and 
By four he will drink, but he cannot feel it 
Sleep will not come because sleep does not will it 
And I don’t believe him 
Morning is mocking me 

I wander the streets, avoiding them eats 
That the ring on my finger slips to the ground 
A gift to the gutter, a gift to the city 
The veins of which have broken me down 
And I don’t believe him 
Morning is mocking me 

Oh the gods that he believes
Never fail to amaze me 

He believes in the love, in his god of all things 
But I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins 
The drugs that deceive him 
And the girls that believe him 
I can’t control you, I don’t know you well 
These are the reasons I think that you’re ill 
I can’t control you, I don’t know you well 
These are the reasons I think that you’re ill 

And since last time we parted 
Last that I saw him 
Down by a river 
Silent and hardened 
Morning was mocking us, blood hit the sky 
I was just happy, my manic and I 
He couldn’t see me; the sun was in his eyes 
And birds were singing to calm us down 
And birds were singing to calm us down 

And I’m sorry, young man, I cannot be your friend 
I don’t believe in a fairytale end 
I don’t keep my head up all of the time 
I find it dull when my heart meets my mind 
And I hardly know you, I think I can tell 
These are the reasons I think that we're ill 
I hardly know you, I think I can tell 
These are the reasons I think that I'm ill 
And the gods that he believes
Never fail to disappoint me 
The gods that he believes 
Never fail to disappoint me 
And as my happy man 
My Manic and I 
Have no plans to move on 
And the birds are singing to calm us down 
And the birds are singing to calm us down