There's something in these waters
I don't think I feel it yet
But I've found an easy way to stand it
Drugs and cigarettes
Brother, my dear brother
Did you get my last call?
Ordinary grief
Extraordinary thief

I'm walking amongst strangers
And I've lost all self control
Have you got my number?
Call me when you're done
Listen to the silence of this poisoned Sunday night
I am made of silver
You are made of gold

Brother, my dear brother
Did you lose your self control?
Call me when it's over
Call me when you're done
Sometimes I am sure I hear you
Sometimes I am not
The sun is slowly dying up there,
All will come undone