In cold light of morning while, everyone's yawning, you're high,
In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're high.
As your skin starts to scratchin', wave yesterdays action goodbye...
Forget past indiscretions,
And stolen possessions, you're high,
In the cold light...
In the cold light of morning, while everyone's yawning, you're high.
In the cold light of morning, you're drunk sick from whoring and high,
Staring back from the mirror's a face that you don't recognise...
It's a loser, a sinner, a cock in a dildo's disguise,
In the cold light...
Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
As your skin starts a scratchin', wave yesterdays action goodbye.
Forget past indiscretions,
And stolen possessions, you're high.
In the cold light of day...
Tomorrow's only a kettle whistle,
Whistle,
Whistle,
Whistle,
Whistle,
Whistle,
Whistle,
Whistle,
Whistle,
Away...
In the cold light of day.
