Red wine 
and sleeping pills  
Help me get back to your arms  

Cheap sex 
and sad films  
Help me get back where I belong   

I think you're crazy, maybe  
I think you're crazy, maybe  

Stop sending letters  
Letters always get burned  

It's not like the movies  
They fed us on little white lies   
I think you're crazy, maybe  
I think you're crazy, maybe   
I will see you in the next life