In the winter in a seaside boarding house

The killer swigs and reels 'round his room

Telling how he made that weeping spinster kneel

Yellow light seeps through a fly-blown lampshade

Fading with the dawn

He yells and laughs, "they all wanted it.

It was easy, so how could it be wrong?"



Chorus:

5 am and the seas are boiling

5 am and the windows crack

5 am and my hands are on you

Big madness

Big madness



When i phone you just to hear your voice

Oh please, don't judge me so

It's just that i don't think i'll rise again

Till i've seen how low i can go

Next springtime when i'm gone for good

And you struggle to find the words cruel enough

Through all these dying continents

My stupid laughter will be heard--chorus

Big madness


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