Your hangover fades and the fog gives way again

... you shun the light, your limbs so heavy

sweet memories of the previous night return

... out on the piss you spent your last money

You磛e had a great time, a good laugh until late

but still there磗 an urge to put something straight



The previous night some decent hours were spent

... there is a face behind your blurred remains 

and you almost hoped the height you felt would never end

... the morning only spoils the memory 

of all the feel now there磗 only left a bit

and commonplace slowly takes the rest of it 



[Chorus:]

Done some brain cells 

... endless barroom nights

... I磎 used to the old headaches

... yeah, it was fine

so why this bitter smack that you cannot name ?

THE DAY AFTER ... there磗 no laughter

(again this time)



Well, nothing you have done was to regret

what is it that makes you forget the fun you had?

you wish you could turn back the wheel of time

although as far as you can see you磀 act the same



After all one thing remained -

this bitter smack you can磘 explain