Woorden: Revolving Door. Break The Line. Funky Baby Cry.

I?m waking up on (a) Sunday morning
I hear voices without a warning
They tell me to look around
I?m so shocked of what I found
I was dancing down to zero
Had no limit like a superhero
realizing what I see
Flashbacks are catching me

The drinks were running
The mood boiled over
We all were laughing
No one was sober

I see my funky baby cry
Don?t cope with myself I can?t deny
Try to remind the night again
Just the same old story till the end
I see it cry (see it cry ? don?t know why ? in my mind again)
Don't know why (see it cry ? don?t know why ? in my mind again)
I see it cry (see it cry ? don?t know why ? in my mind again)
I see my funky baby cry

Empty bottles, waste and dirt
I?m naked where is my shirt?
There are people that I don?t know
And slowly all my memories grow:
Going wild - there was no tomorrow
I was drinking without any sorrow
letting loose the other day
I Love the feeling of my mind decay

I See my funky baby cry?

I see it cry, I don?t know why, I wanna see, I wanna see my funky baby cry

I See my funky baby cry?