I am a critic,
of my own critical need to define myself,
with wine, and words, and lovers,
and friends who don´t understand...
So there, I just said it,
you know that admitting the problem,
is the first step towards repair,
"We all recover,"
say the friends turned to wine-drunk lovers...

Smile, tell me I´m alright with a goodbye,
You are so misleading,
a kiss or a gun fight - high-noon or midnight,
Darling, I don´t want to know,
if I´m just a short sight on a cold night,
the canals are freezing,
so tell me alright with a goodbye...

Am I a villain, cast among heroes,
with all of their underwhelming, overbearing struggles,
to become what they´ll never be?
Friends to the wicked...
Caution is calling, but nobody´s home,
the lights are off, the party´s over,
now you´re stuck plucking three leaf clovers...

Smile, tell me I´m alright with a goodbye,
You are so misleading,
a kiss or a gun fight - high-noon or midnight,
Darling, I don´t want to know,
if I´m just a short sight on a cold night,
the canals are freezing,
so tell me alright with a goodbye...

You´ve got the high ground,
and I´m on my best defense,
but I dare you to come down,
I´ll give you an eye for an eye,
if it makes things easy...

Smile, tell me I´m alright with a goodbye,
You are so misleading,
a kiss or a gun fight - high-noon or midnight,
Darling, I don´t want to know,
if I´m just a short sight on a cold night,
the canals are freezing,
so tell me alright with a goodbye...

Smile, tell me alright with a goodbye...