It’s been a bloody day from hell
I partied hard and now I’m done
It takes its toll on your mind and body
I’m walking home towards the rising sun
The rising sun

I dreamed a dream inside my head
Incapable of any rational thought
Intoxication holds the key (for me)
Bombastic tales until I’m caught red handed
Red handed

Recollection passes by
A souvenir of quite a few
My fragile head, I’m brain-dead and in doubt
I take the path that leads to you, only you, just you

Back home, in my black room
It shapes my soul (it shapes my soul)
I won’t let go of my black room
Cos it keeps me whole (it keeps me whole again)