And I don't believe him, morning is mocking me I can't control you, I don't know you well These are the reasons I think that you're ill And birds were singing to calm us down He wants to die in a lake in Geneva The mountains can cover the shape of his

How am I gonna get myself back home? Ay-ay, ay-ay, ay-ay This is just another night And we've had many of them To the morning we're cast out But I know I'll land here again The birds are mocking me We are the last people standing At the end of the night