I don't want to go
Living this way
I'm wining and dining
I feel like retiring and oh
I found myself, sleeping in late
I don't really wanna get up in the morning but I have to
I got a call that might take me to Portugal
If I'm lucky I'll work 4 days a week
And I won't eat much
But maybe I just want to see you
And I don't recognise my friends anymore
Think I'm going crazy, crazy than before
But all the whispers and the points of direction go hand in hand
And I don't recognise my fate, not anymore, not anymore
I don't wanna waste my time
In bars, with other boys, I'd rather be sitting here with you
If I'm lucky I'll work, 4 days a week and I won't eat much
Cos maybe, I just wanna see you
But it might take a while
And I don't recognise my fate, not anymore, not anymore
And I don't recognise my own name, not anymore, not anymore
Not even after the war
Or was it a long time before