In the cold light of morning while everyone is yawning,
you’re high
In the cold light of morning the party gets boring,
you're high
As your skin starts a scratchin', wave yesterdays actions goodbye
Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions
You’re high
In the cold light
In the cold light of morning while everyone’s yawning
You’re high
In the cold light of morning
You’re drunk sick from whoring and lie
Staring back from the mirror's
A face that you don’t recognise
It’s a loser, a sinner, a cock in a dildo’s disguise
In the cold light
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
As your skin starts a scratchin'
And wave yesterdays action goodbye
Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions.
You’re high
In the cold light of day
Tomorrow’s only a kettle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Away
In the cold light of day
