Letras
Four o'clock in the morning and I still can't get to sleep
It's four o'clock in the morning and I still can't get to sleep
Left my mind in a whiskey bottle sometime last week
My poor brain is exploding, it's getting beyond a joke
My poor brain is exploding, it's getting beyond a joke
It's too confusing, you know, I think I need a smoke
Snatches of conversation running round and round my brain
Snatches of conversation running round and round my brain
Too many questions, you know, they're driving me insane
Going round in circles, where will it all end?
Going round in circles, where will it all end?
Back to the beginning, you know, it's time to start again