Tekster: Strokes. First Impressions of Earth. On The Other Side.

I'm tired of everyone I know
Of everyone I see on the street and on TV
On the other side, on the other side
Nobody's waiting for me on the other side

I hate them all, I hate them all
I hate myself for hating them
So I'll drink some more, I'll love them all, I'll drink even more
I'll hate them even more than I did before

On the other side, on the other side
Nobody's waiting for me on the other side

I remember when you came
You told me how to sing
Now it seems so far away
You told me how to sing

I'm tired of being so judgmental of everyone
I will not go to sleep, I will train my eyes to see
And my mind is as blind as a branch on a tree

On the other side, on the other side
I know what's waiting for me on the other side
On the other side, on the other side
I know you're waiting for me on the other side