Lethe Songtext
von Baudelaire

Too many nights have gone like this
Line, the line, the line
I′ll tip a drink down my neck
The thrill of a hand so wild
Some God-given right under mine to take the eyes of criticize
Some God-given right under mine to take the eyes of criticize

I am not drunk enough to go
Dead in the water, dead in the water
I am not drunk enough to go
Dead in the water, dead in the water

Now you've got me all to yourself
And now you′ve got me Lethe

Some God-given right under mine to take the eyes of criticize
My last remaining friend
Don't make me feel better
And now you've got me all to yourself
And now you′ve got me Lethe


But I am not drunk enough to go
Dead in the water, dead in the water
I am not drunk enough to go
Dead in the water, dead in the water

Now you′ve got me all to yourself
And now you've got me Lethe

Too many nights have gone like this
Too many, too many, too many, too many
Too many nights have gone like this
Too many, too many, too many, too many
I′d like to kiss your pretty lips
And feed my hair through your fingertips
And watch it unwind
Every line in your spine
The line, the line, the line you crossed
The line, the line, the line


But I am not drunk enough to go
Dead in the water, dead in the water
Too many nights have gone like this
Too many, too many, too many, too many
But I am not drunk enough to go
Dead in the water, dead in the water
I am not drunk enough to go
Dead in the water, dead in the water