Cotton wool head from a haze
Left last night
No memory guilt of a play I performed
Or the wake from my storm
Call this the fun  

From hands caked in dirt from a
Dastardly way
Oh my head is all soft yet loud as the day
I ain't laughing

The stars from the night still go spin round
My head
Played goggle the glasses    
**** tortuous grape

I fell from the edge of a life
Not my will
My day should be better
I've taken the pill

Still only a whisper sounds loud as
The gods
My long for another
Go fetch me some grog

The fog once returns
Old lines reappear
As taste from the happy tree
Brings smile to my cheer

So all can be forgotten
All evil away
No worries on everything
Just beer for the day
No trip into guilty
No promise to make  
A life that was living
All fallen away