Just alcohol makes me fly This night alone, a new me The mature, composed older sister The lively, carefree girl The shy one who whispers with head bowed The mature, vulnerable, lonely soul The type who gets swept up in that Each born to live only this night By morning, breath ceases, vanishes Not me, not me After soaring, only falling remains Driven solely by alcohol A new me, only for the night Because I'm not the me of the day Whether cursed or cursing Whether restrained or oppressed Whether on the street or in any room Whether loved or loving Even if hurt, wounds open and spill Deep inside, chilled, dead-like, nothingness It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, still, I can go on In the intoxication, in the confusion, at the bottom of stillness Good or bad, it doesn't matter, it's all the same Because alcohol shakes everything, anyone Anything, I want to be gentle Gentle is good. This night, at least here I want to be gentle. Gentle is good Connected, only at night, only at night, buried, sealed off So that bottomless place can be filled, so I can live Born alone in the night, only to end By morning or day, I am no longer here
