Light was streaming in the sun was always gonna rise
Pasty drawn out nightwalkers are hiding yellow eyes
Added up there is no sense in anything I do
And I don't really think I should be dreaming about you
You were living in the day while I worked through the night
Your Life appears in colour, mine is filmed in black and white
Sleeping pills, I rest assured that still, a spark shines through
But I don't really think I should be dreaming about you
Who would've thought of the things we didn't do
We'd never have seen them through
It's cynical but true
And now it's right for me and worse for you
In our judicial duel
Am I guilty over... guilty over you
Keep it all inside your head
Burning up inside you
You never seem to let it go
You throw it all in into my face
I was under, I was under
Never lost for any words
I was wrong, I was wrong
You love to hear me admit it
I was wrong, I wrong
Its never gonna be enough for you