In cold light of morning while everyone is yawning
You're high
In the cold light of morning the party gets boring
You're high
As your skin starts to scratch and 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 to scratch
And wave yesterdays action goodbye

Forget past indiscretions
And stolen possessions
You're high
In the cold light of day

Tomorrow's only a king
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Whistle
Away

In the cold light of day