In the winter in a seaside boarding house

The killer swigs and reels 'round his room

Telling how he made that weeping spinster kneel

Yellow light seeps through a fly-blown lampshade

Fading with the dawn

He yells and laughs"they all wanted it.

It was easyso how could it be wrong? "



Chorus:

5 am and the seas are boiling

5 am and the windows crack

5 am and my hands are on you

Big madness

Big madness



When I phone you just to hear your voice

Oh pleasedon't judge me so

It's just that I don't think I'll rise again

Till I've seen how low I can go

Next springtime when I'm gone for good

And you struggle to find the words cruel enough

Through all these dying continents

My stupid laughter will be heard--chorus

Big madness