It's so cold this morning
My breath comes out like steam
I got up in such a hurry
I'm still stuck inside my dreams
I can hide behind sunglasses
It's not as bad as it seems
Don't sell the car
Just rob a bank or the corner shop
You'll get some excitement
In the papers, in the car with the cops
They'll feed you in prison
And they'll paint your portrait in the docks
And you can run away
Run away from the edge
You feel low
You get high
You'll end up somewhere in between
You've had a very good weekend
But you can't remember where you've been
You can hide behind sunglasses
It's not as bad as it seems
You've got a black hole in your eye
And it's fixed on me
I've got a sink of hot water
To wash my whole face clean
I keep trying to forget that she doesn't belong to me
I keep trying to forget that she doesn't belong to me