Stuck between the do or die 
I feel emaciated 
Hard to breathe I try and try 
I'll get asphyxiated 
Swinging from the tallest height 
With nothing left to hold on to 

Every sky is blue 
But not for me and you  [bad word] home Come home [bad word] home Come home 

Glass and petrol vodka gin 
It feels like breathing methane 
Throw yourself from skin to skin 
And still it doesn't dull the pain 
Vanish like a lipstick trace, 
It always blows me away. 

Every cloud is grey, 
With dreams of yesterday.  [bad word] home [bad word] home, [bad word] home [bad word] home, [bad word] home [bad word] home, [bad word] home [bad word] home. 

Always goes against the grain, 
And I can try and deny it, 
Give a monkey half a brain, 
And still he's bound to fry it, 
Now the happening scene is dead, 
I used to want to be there too, 

Every sky is blue, 
But not for me and you,  [bad word] home [bad word] home, [bad word] home [bad word] home, [bad word] home [bad word] home, [bad word] home [bad word] home...