Red wine and sleeping pills
  Help me get back to your arms
  Cheap sex and sad films
  Help me get where I belong
    I think you're crazy, maybe
  I think you're crazy, maybe
    Stop sending letters
  Letters always get burned
  It's not like the movies
  They fed us on little white lies
    I think you're crazy, maybe
  I think you're crazy, maybe
    I will see you in the next life
    [Early version has a second verse:]
    Beautiful angel
  Pulled apart at birth
  Limbless and helpless
  I can't even recognize you
    I think you're crazy, maybe [x6]
    I will see you in the next life