These drunken words don't mean to hurt. What if I'm just trying to let you know? Harsh tones, guidelines, 3 words in time, But my head's too sober to resign. Forever and some more time to pretend, Our lives have no shadows. These cold dead hands are longing for the end. I'd like to let you know: Won't let you go. These drunken words did not divert. What if I'm just trying to let you know? We can not fail and my lungs exhale, That I know you're longing for some more. Forever and some more time to pretend, Our lives have no shadows. These cold dead hands are longing for the end. I'd like to let you know: That it's your right, your right to stay, But it's my right, my right to say: Won't let you go. Forever and some more time to pretend, Our lives have no shadows. These cold dead hands are longing for the end. I'd like to let you know.