Из альбома: Sitting Targets
A pretty pass in the rear-view mirror
It’s coming on the overtake…
I’ve got to stop panicking, got to stay cool
Got to learn to live with my mistakes
Overdue debt to the taxman
I tried to have and eat my cake
I think I must have been crazy in retrospect;
All the lines run together
But they just don’t seem to connect
I think I must have been crazy
To do all the things I did…
Try to keep the pot on a gentle simmer
But something blows off the lid
I want to update my memory
I want to rewrite my past…
Ooh, now I found out: no chance
I think I must have been crazy
(Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, yeah)
To do the stuff I did
I think I must have been crazy, crazy, crazy
(Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, yeah)
To do the stuff I did
I think I must have been crazy, crazy, crazy…
I think I must have been crazy
But that’s the price we pay —
Every lucky throw of the dice
Will come back to us one of these days
I want to update my memory
I want to rewrite my past
I don’t like what it’s telling me It all floods back so fast;
I guess I was my own worst enemy
Now I’ve come to a pretty pass
A pretty pass, a pretty pass
There’s nothing pretty in the past
I think I must have been crazy
(Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, yeah)
To do the stuff I did
I think I must have been crazy, crazy, crazy…
Crazy to do what I did