Please Do Not Follow Where I Am Leading Someone Must Clear These Things Away Here In The Burnt Out Husk Of The Morning Struck Out With Nothing Left To Say Yeah This Was One Hell Of A Party Nobody Ever Got To Bed But The Morning After's Killing Me And I Have To Rest My Head And Just Where Were We Trying To Get To I Can't Recall One Single Word And The Faces That Pushed Themselves Before You Congeal Into One, Nothing Transferred This Was One Hell Of A Party And It's Still Living In My Head But The Morning After Shines So Cold So Follow Where I Live This Was One Hell Of A Party Nobody Got To Go To Bed Let's Face It Now, It's Over But This Morning After's Killing Me