text: Red wine and sleeping pills
  Help me get back to your arms
  Cheap sex and sad films
  Help me get where I belong
  I think youre crazy, maybe
  I think youre crazy, maybe
  Stop sending letters
  Letters always get burned
  Its not like the movies
  They fed us on little white lies
  I think youre crazy, maybe
  I think youre crazy, maybe
  I will see you in the next life
  Beautiful angel
  Pulled apart at birth
  Limbless and helpless
  I cant even recognise you
  I think youre crazy, maybe
  I think youre crazy, maybe
  I think youre crazy, maybe
  I think youre crazy, maybe
  I will see you in the next life