Oh well I'll drink my wine until I lose my mind for good Because my body sinks I serve my head some drinks to catch up Oh, what can I do? As the birds are flying through And I'm feeling so buried down 3 feet underground Oh god I've got to make it out Empathise with my silhouette and wait for me to act, cause I can't I almost touch the top but fall down bruised and roped, I fall down Oh, what can I do? As the birds are flying through And I'm feeling so buried down 3 feet underground Oh god I've got to make it out