I'm starting to get quiet again Floating below the line And I hate my house cause it traps me in But I never want to sound like I'm whining I'm starting to get bitter again Cause every day I walk 20 metres from that spot Every day's a rollercoaster, I don't amusement parks I long for morning light but now every morning's getting darker Oooh 77 One part-whole and three parts dead, I can't get that out my head One part-whole and three parts dead, I can't get that out my head One part-whole and three parts dead, I can't get that out my head One part-whole and three parts dead, I can't get that out my head 77 I hope 77 I hope I hope