In the winter in a seaside boarding house
The killer swigs and reels 'round his room
Telling how he made that weeping spinster kneel
Yellow light seeps through a fly-blown lampshade
Fading with the dawn
He yells and laughs, "they all wanted it.
It was easy, so how could it be wrong?"
Chorus:
5 am and the seas are boiling
5 am and the windows crack
5 am and my hands are on you
Big madness
Big madness
When i phone you just to hear your voice
Oh please, don't judge me so
It's just that i don't think i'll rise again
Till i've seen how low i can go
Next springtime when i'm gone for good
And you struggle to find the words cruel enough
Through all these dying continents
My stupid laughter will be heard--chorus
Big madness
