Białe jest białe, czarne jest czarne Tylko szare jest bezkarne

 Come on turn the radio on
It's Friday night and I won't be long

 And what’s ironic to me
The ones that don’t ever leave think that they know

 I was accident prone, I fell head over heels with no warning
And in spite of my vertigo I never felt myself falling

 In the void I go
Nothing here seems close to what I know

 Muzyka to naprawdę mocny narkotyk. Może cię zatruć, podnieść na duchu lub sprawić, że rozchorujesz się, nie wiedząc dlaczego.

 I wanna say I’m sorry but I’m really not.

 As the smile fell from your face, I fell with it

 I got it from my daddy
I feel nice you look nice

 Cause you walked out and left me stranded
Nothing left but picture frames

 With the lights out, it's less dangerous
Here we are now; entertain us