On returning, I can't believe this world is still turning
The pressure's on because the pleasure hasn't gone And I'm not sorry for, for the things I've done
And I'm not looking for just anyone On competing, oh, when will this tired heart stop beating?
It's all a game, existence is only a game And I'm not sorry for, for the things I've done
And I'm not looking for just anyone I'm slipping below the water line
I'm slipping below the water line Reach for my hand, and, and the race is won
Reject my hand, and the damage is done I'm slipping below the water line
I'm slipping below the water line The woman of my dreams, she, she never came along
The woman of my dreams, well, there never was one And I'm not sorry for, for the things I've said
There's a wild man in my head, there's a wild man in my head