When I had once or twice
Thought I left my life
Oh, I'll wake up in a thousand years
With every ghost I'm looking through
I was a cold, cold boy
More when I lie with you
But man, I'm bored about you
Why? Why?
When it's gone and you hope
That your mind's made up
Oh, I wake up twenty thousand years
With every ghost of what I knew
I was a cold, cold boy
More when I die with you
But when I'm bored about you
Why? Why?
I was a cold, cold boy, hey
More when I said to you
That I'm bored about you
Why? Why?