If he wants to die in a lake in Geneva
The mountains can cover the shape of his nose
If he wants to die where nobody can see him
The beauty of his death will carry on
So I don’t believe him

He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him
And sometimes it’s gone and sometimes I believe him
And sometimes I’m convinced that my friends think I’m crazy
I get scared and call him, but he’s usually hazy
By 1 in the morning, the day is not ended
By 2 he is scared that sleep is no friend
By 4 he will drink but he cannot feel it
Sleep will [bad word] because sleep does not will it
And I don’t believe him
Morning is mocking me

I wander the streets, avoiding them beats
The ring on my finger slips to the ground
I give to the gutter, give to the city
The veins of which have broken me down
And I don’t believe him
Morning is mocking me

The gods that he believes never fail to amaze me
He believes in the love in his god of all things
But I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins
The [bad word] that deceive you and the girls that believe you
I can’t control you, I don’t know you well
These are the reasons I think that you’re ill
I can’t control you, I don’t know you well
These are the reasons I think that you’re ill

And last that I saw him
Last that we talked down by a river
Silent and hardened
Morning was mocking us, blood hit the sky
I was just happy, my manic and I
He couldn’t see me; the sun was in his eyes
And birds were singing to calm us down
And birds were singing to calm us down

I’m sorry young man, I cannot be your friend.
I don’t believe in a fairytale end
I don’t keep my head up all of the time
I’m find it dull when my heart meets my mind
And I hardly know you, I think I can tell
These are the reasons I think that I’m ill
I hardly know you, I think I can tell
These are the reasons I think that we’re ill
And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me
And the birds are singing to calm us down
And the birds are singing to calm us down