Chrysler Wounded Night
Wounded night, witched night
Into the darkness, out of the light
Nothing is ending, and nothing's beginning
The world is just a vacuum in my head
I feel like a tight-rope walker
Wounded night, wicked night
I know you said nothing, and you were right
Words are confusing, confusion is worrying
The world is just a tangle in my head
I feel like a house-wife cleaning
But don't get me wrong,
the morning will come
The dew will wash the leaves clean when you're gone
But now it seems so very long,
the fear is coming on
Wounded night, wretched night
I thought that tomorrow would come out bright
The place where I found you is right were you left me
My world was just a station on your way
And I'm just a drunkard, singing
