It makes no sense to be lost again We'll ride on And it makes no sense to be worst-case again We'll ride Your life is a fire you can't see in the night You don't minde but you cry You don't know what's inside You don't have nothing left but the chance to forget But the time runs away And it makes no sense to be blacked out again We'll ride on We'll ride on You don't know, you don't cry You won't show, at least you try You don't have nothing left but the chance to forget what's wine