Baby [bad word] away, while the sun still burns
Whisky don't sting anymore, so I'm drivin

And now the air don't taste the same, in these ultraviolet days

The whisky don't sting anymore,
It's like I've been screwed to the floor for such a long time
Now somethin's bangin the door and I'm gone

And now the air don't taste the same, in these ultraviolet days

I'm keepin everythin I find now
I'm savin everythin I see

Through the smoke I see you smilin

It's all gone and its all wrong.