Three o' clock this morning And we're playing all the records that we own 7" vinyl we imported from Norway's shore Smoking all the cigarettes we had, Bottled tears Losing your virginity to someone That you'll never hear from We go back to the sun And we hope it brings you love When your heart is black it's blue It's just all I'm saying All I'm saying Lying on the tile floor Drunk and stoned Breaking all the rules Someone brought the cocaine out It's late, we got something to do Pounding on the wall this time my head's about to break Lying in the water I start to shake Falling down the spiral stairs No one knows I've been there before I guess they call it love Holding on for dear life The terror show Won't open any more Walking on a milestone I guess no point to trace – to trace We go back to the sun And we hope it brings you love When your heart is black it's blue It's just all I'm saying All I'm saying