Single Malt - Hooverphonic

You are sailing away

On a lake of madness

On a wave of sadness

You prefer the taste

Of single malt sadness

A dirty shot of madness

You slowly float subconsciously

You don’t even care what it does to me

I used to be your gladness

You are heading

For a storm of illness

A hurricane of sickness

You’ve made your choice

A long time ago

Without giving me the right to vote

You slowly float subconsciously

You don’t even care what it does to me

I used to be your gladness

Even love doesn’t seem to work

As a drug against the rush

I used to be your gladness

Now you are my sadness

I used to be your gladness

Now I am your sadness

Will it all end in madness