Wake up, take your pills dear, I know this time of year ain´t
right for you...
you came with a sickness, shot down back in Christmas,
Kamikaze rain...
and I´m sure you´ve lost that weight again,
I´m sure the pills keeping pouring in,
like smoke that falls, it´s caving into you...
so put me on a plane, and fly me to anywhere...with you...

one night...when you woke up, you bled...till you spoke up,
oh this ain´t pretty dear,
with clocks, watch the time go...till spring, when the sun can
finally be free...
and I´m sure you´ve lost that weight again,
I´m sure the pills keeping pouring in,
we´ll scream at night, to make it go away...
so put me on a plane, and fly me to anywhere...with you...