Sooner or later
I'm sure that I'll fly into The Sun
I've seen it coming
It's waiting every day and all night long
And all I'm doing
Is trying to run back to where I'm from
But beautiful girl
You know for God damn sure that I've done wrong
Done wrong

And If I'm lying
I'm praying for the strenght of all my sins
Wait too much confort
I'm grazing every side that I fit in
And every morning
I'm practicing the things that I so hate
So what's the use
Of being left out of your hollow day

But I must confess
To hating contact
Of sexual kind