Staple my lips.

Just one hit. Just one shot.

I need my fix, I need my dose.

The radiant light is pure horse,

And I have found that I need more.

I have been building my castle for so long,

I had forgotten what feeling was.

The radiant light is my map home.

Pure horse, pure horse and home.

Oh Ibiza. I’m lost and degrading,

Bent on a few choice words.

Magic phrases: you might have been the one.

Key words piling up around me,

Wishing the leads culminated in my favor,

But I know what always comes next.

Oh Ibiza. Don’t do it again.

Just one hit. Just another shot.

Bite my tongue till it bleeds.

Staple my lips so I don’t do it again.

When we are alone,

The light radiates energy

Like a solar storm.

Everything is warm for a while,

Then I’m off again.

If I say the wrong thing,

Will you forgive and forget?