Woorden: Blur. Other. Polished Stone.

Now I fall to the ground
I can't get up, well never mind
I know you'll pull me up by my bones
And say I'm sand to polished stone

Today's gone and it won't be long
Before we fall asleep and forget what we've done
We won't get up cos today is fun
We're alone

Now you bite my tongue
And when the alcohol's gone
I won't feel a thing
So you can't carry on

REPEAT CHORUS

It's numb (x3)