I feel a little troubled in my head
Some days you say we're better off dead
Well, I say we're better off in bed
Pumped up like veins filled with lead
Yeah, you were my crutch, my poison
The sickness that I've chosen
The high that keeps me rolling to a better place
So baby, what's next?
Maybe I was wrong
I've been flying high with you for too long
And I wish it was love, love
So baby, what's next?
Maybe I was wrong
I've been flying high with you for too long
And I wish it was love
But I know you always leave with the rising Sun
Guess I never had it better, never had it worse
Felt condemned to you like I was ridden with a curse
And no one could save me, 'cause there wasn't a cure
This was our crutch, our poison
The sickness that we've chosen
The high that kept us rolling to a better place
So baby, what's next?
Maybe I was wrong
I've been flying high with you for too long
And I wish it was love, love
So baby, what's next?
Maybe I was wrong
I've been flying high with you for too long
And I wish it was love
But I know you always leave with the rising Sun
I just wanted to know if it's enough
I just wanted to know it was enough
So baby, what's next?
Maybe I was wrong
I've been flying high with you for too long
And I wish it was love, love
So baby, what's next?
Maybe I was wrong
I've been flying high with you for too long
And I wish it was love
But I know you always leave with the rising Sun
