wednesday night and I'm going out,

it's been so long since last time.

thursday night and I'm going out drinking

to cure the heavy head of mine.

friday night and I'm going out drinking

this is where the weekend begins.

saturday morning I do some thinking, I think,

think; think till I start to drink again.

why not just another shot,

once I've started why should I stop.

you pour me up another cup

I never say stop.



the sunlight hits the ground again,

I do my best to walk but then again

I crash, I fall

I lose it all.



in the fog of the bar where we always are

we're starting to feel like real rock stars

we say smart things and we're looking good

there must be a god

it's understood.

we don't dance

we fly above

we simply own the whole dance floor

in the dark of the night

moving around

heartbeats

neon lights.



sunday, monday, tuesday night

I keep myself from going out

thinking of the times when I was doing sports

feeling fine,

the more I think the less I know

what's the point in staying home

if I drink ten days in a row then maybe I'll miss my home.

I'm longing for some inner peace

I really wish that I at least could sit down for a little while

watch some telly

spend some time.



the sunlight hits the ground again,

I do my best to walk but then again

I crash, I fall

I lose it all.