On My Way Downstairs

Trying to fall asleep in vain, a thousand voices in my brain
No clue of what's been going on
A shimmer through the curtain wall
Announces as a final call
Get out of bed you lazy bone

Scrambled eggs would heal my needs, a cup of tea as well
The only thing there's no one around, to help me out of bed

Crawling on a messy floor towards the wide-open door
On my hard way downstairs
So here I am my dearest friend, my deepest wish comes to an end
Right in front of my refrigerator

Scrambled eggs would heal my needs, a cup of tea as well
The only thing is, there is nothing inside, it's empty as can be
Scrambled eggs would heal my needs, a cup of tea as well
The only thing is, there is nothing inside, it's empty as can be

Scrambled eggs would have healed my needs, a cup of tea as well
I'd rather drink a whisky instead and go straight back to bed
Scrambled eggs would have healed my needs, a cup of tea as well
I'd rather drink a whisky instead and go straight back to bed



Credits
Writer(s): Andreas Fries, Pascal Isler, Roger Mader, Hans Beat Renggli, Urs Zuercher
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