Hold on tight, there's a tide in your iris
Let me know, I won’t go, we can fight this

Bye, mama, by Allah
A tired Nirvana
I'm married

Where'd you go? What’s the score? Don't be distant
If you came, I would cave in an instant

Bye, mama, by Allah
A tired Nirvana
I'm married
I'm married

Bye, mama, by Allah
A tired Nirvana
A plastic Bahama
I'm married
I'm married