the band

i've played that song from long ago, when every morning longed to fall, it broke my sighs and my regrets, it stumbled on the steps, you've build for climbing towards me, now it feels like sinners in the sun, when i say, i said i'd die for you, or was it in my head, i took you down on ouzo, and now i think i'd rather see you dead, i said i die for you, or was it in my head, she took me down on ouzo, and then you say you'd rather see me dead, if my depression stood the wind, i spat the devil up his chin, it couldn't do me any harm, it roughed my steel and shut my mouth, my late impression, oh, that rain that's iching on my skin, when i say, i said i'd die for you, or was it in my head, i took you down on ouzo, and now i think i'd rather see you dead, i said i die for you, or was it in my head, you took me down on ouzo, and then you say you'd rather see me dead, hold me, scratch my shoulder, fold me, sue me, watch me going mad, i said i'd die for you, or was it in my head, i took you down on ouzo, and now i think i'd rather see you dead, i said i die for you, or was it in my head, she took me down on ouzo, and then you say you'd rather see me dead