I wake up in the evening

The sun is still around

The street seems to be busy

I hear the traffic sounds



Last night's been lousy

I had a lot to drink

Too many dry martinis

And cans of beer to sink



Another day, already night

Blue neon light

Blue neon light



I could call my Rhianna

Ask her to meet me now

I think I lost her number

It's too late anyhow

I could turn on the TV

Or I could stay in bed



These Asians drive me crazy

These Asians drive me mad



Another day, already night

Blue neon light

Blue neon light



Night is near

I'm still in bed

Red curtain

Soft wind

Sunlight

And I was red



On the papers

On the floor

We did watch possessed



People, push and pull it

Moss turf, and other lads

My head's still full of poison

What I do is insane

I should, perhaps, move out of here

Or take a plane to Spain



Refridgerator's noise

I'll get out, the only choice

Should I get up right now

Wait for me somehow

Don't wanna know what for

To get out of this door

Should I phone Debbie Meier?

Is this the one desire?

I look into the mirror

My eyes can't be in error

The sun's now really gone

Perhaps I am the one

Nothing can creep in sight

I'm turning on the lights



Turning on the lights

I'm turning on the lights

I'm turning on the lights

I'm turning on the lights

I'm turning on the lights

I'm turning on the lights



The sun's now really gone

Perhaps I am the one