With every day I seem to drink my mind away
But it stops me thinking
I drink until there seems to be a paint in living
But my brain is dying
I see the man who's hiding
His world a nightmare sliding
I drink the ocean in my eyes
So what's the point in talking shit about the waether?
And it hurts me thinking
My only love who knew my mind has left me
All that's left is drinking
I see the man who's hiding
His world a nightmare sliding
I drink the ocean in my eyes