On returning
I can't believe this world is still turning
The pressure's on
Because the pleasure hasn't gone
And I
I'm not sorry for
For the things i've done
And I'm not looking for just anyone

On competing
Oh, when will this tired heart stop beating?
It's all a game
Existence is only a game
And I'm not sorry for
For the things I've done
And I'm not looking for just anyone

I'm slipping below the water line
I'm slipping below the water line
Reach for my hand, and,
And the race is won
Reject my hand, and
The damage is done

I'm slipping below the water line
I'm slipping below the water line

The woman of my dreams, she
She never came along
The woman of my dreams, well
There never was one

And I'm not sorry for
For the things I've said
There's a wild man in my head
There's a wild man in my head