On returning
I can't believe this world is still turning
the pressure's on
because the pleasure hasn't gone
and I'm not sorry for
for the things I've done
and I'm not looking for
just anyone
On competing
when will this tired heart stop beating?
it's all agame
existence is only a game
and I'm not sorry for
for the the things I've done
and I'm not looking for
just anyone
I'm slipping below the water-line
I'm slipping below the water-line
reach for my hand and
the race is won
reject my hand and
the damange is done
I'm slipping below the water-line
I'm slipping below the water-line
the woman of my dreams she
never came along
the woman of my dreams well
there never was one
and I'm not sorry for
for the things I've said
there's a wild man
in my head
there's a wild man
in my head