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

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 something's banging the door and I'm gone

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

I'm keeping everything I find now
I'm saving everything I see

Through the smoke I see you smiling

It's all gone and its all wrong.