Tramway (Afterparty Version)

Morning light breaks on the empty tramway I'm heading back, shadows pulling me down The night's high fades, leaving echoes in my veins Alcohol's haze and pills that numb the pain Excitement's crash hits like a wave in the dark Alone with thoughts, this silence leaves its mark I'm coming home I'm coming home After the club, the thrill just slips away After the club, the substances take their toll After the club, depression creeps in slow After the club, the high is gone for good After the club, echoes of the crowd fade out After the club, I'm left with nothing but doubt Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Sunday dawns cold in this familiar room I should have stopped before the last drink's doom The party's ghost lingers, but joy turns to ash Substances whisper, pulling me back to the crash Excitement's fire dies in the morning's gray light Regret builds walls in the dead of night I'm coming home I'm coming home After the club, the thrill just slips away After the club, the substances take their toll After the club, depression creeps in slow After the club, the high is gone for good After the club, echoes of the crowd fade out After the club, I'm left with nothing but doubt Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Memories blur from the strobe lights' glare Substances call, but they only ensnare The comedown hits hard, a weight on my chest Excitement's illusion leaves me unblessed In the quiet hours, depression takes hold Chasing the night, but it's turning to cold I'm coming home I'm coming home After the club, the thrill just slips away After the club, the substances take their toll After the club, depression creeps in slow After the club, the high is gone for good After the club, echoes of the crowd fade out After the club, I'm left with nothing but doubt Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Dawn breaks again, but the cycle won't end Substance-fueled nights leave scars I can't mend The club's false promise fades into regret Excitement's shadow is all that's left Depression lingers in the sober light I'm coming undone, lost in the fight I'm coming home I'm coming home After the club, the thrill just slips away After the club, the substances take their toll After the club, depression creeps in slow After the club, the high is gone for good After the club, echoes of the crowd fade out After the club, I'm left with nothing but doubt Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh