I think it's enough Please don't go on my friend 'Cause I can't get no sleep And I will dance a bit longer in quicksand 'Cause I hate my feet Lost hope in round no. 3 Open the window or break the glass Can't you remember the last time you failed to impress There are no alibis Stop to pretend you've been here This is your second try There is no time for a show Nor selfish goals The story starts with you But it ends with me Trace back the footsteps I left in your brain I'll come for you and the blood on the streets Spilled for the long way down It's time to go home It's time to recover I try to go home Try to recover Trying to make sense But I'd rather run away It's time to go home It's time to recover Trying to make sense But I'd rather run away