I throw myself out of bed
Throw myself in the chair
And dress my two naked feet

Some clothes
Some bottles some books
A letter with it written
Words that say:

My darling dear
Come back to bed
My darling dear
There's a sweet bitter taste
Running through my head

The very next day
I'm half undressed
You find me lying
On an empty bed

Pistol in hand
Objects here and there
You wake me with a jump
And an evil stare

My darling dear
Come back to bed
Come back to bed
My darling dear

And you
You want to get me out of here
You want to take me from my obscure world
Back into your head
Back into your bed
What will be wrong then?
When we are all dead?
You said to show you my tongue
But the chemist is closed
And the world is my song
La la la la…

My darling dear
Come back to bed…

And so it's here
That I find my pistol
Diffuse it of its bullets
And push it to my head

'Cos I got no reason
And I got no mind
'Cos I got no reason
And I got no mind
Can't stop the blood
Pouring from my head
Can't stop the blood
Pouring from my head

My darling dear
Come back to bed…