Red wine and sleeping pills
 help me get back to your arms
 long nights and bad flights
 help me get back where I belong

 It makes me crazy, maybe
 It makes me crazy, maybe

 Stop sending letters
 letters always get burned
 it's not like the movies
 they fed us on little white lies

 They make us crazy, maybe
 They make us crazy, maybe

 I will see you in the next life

 Beautiful angels
 pulled apart at birth
 helpless and limbless
 I can't even recognize you

 I'm going crazy, maybe
 I'm going crazy, maybe
 I'm going crazy, maybe
 I'm going crazy, maybe