It's been a year since we've spoken, there's no one to blame

my life here is quite useless, but all and all it's the same

I have letters for you on the table

but they are 3 weeks stale

not much new has happened, I just talk to myself

but soon we'll meet in the Island

and have a drink again

yes soon we'll meet my friend

bang our Glasses Again

I dreamed I lay in a coffin

and nobody came

the preacher stopped speaking

he never mentioned my name

but I didn't care, no I didn't care

I thought maybe I'd see my friend

and have a drink again

yes soon we'd meet my friend

and bang our glasses again