Paroles
My friend's got trouble in his head
His lady's gone - exploded
Like the stars in outer space
This venom keeps willing to drown him
To get him off his face
His daddy died aged 24
For the better, most people said
Well the days are numb, in a silver haze
From a God left in his head
My friend's got trouble in his head
The drifting tide that life became
Broke the earth with every wave
The voyage to sail free was wrecked
With no-one left to save
The call from the depths took breaths that
He could take no more
And the moon shone bright on the shifting tides
He'd seen it all before
My friend's got trouble in his head
And he let death gladly take him
And it pulled him down with glee
For a resurrection in the depths
So that he could finally see
My friend's got trouble in his head
