Seventh Heaven - Bad Manners

Seventh heaven, I stagger on

Half eleven, my senses is gone

Zig Zag walking, but on the whole

Find my way by remote control

In the mirror my reflection,

Stares at me without affection,

Or surprise

Patterns spinning on the ceiling

Empty bed and empty feeling.

Come tomorrow I’ll think again

Till it’s time for a drink again

Patterns spinning on the ceiling

Empty bed and empty feeling,

No surprise

In the mirror my reflection,

Stares at me without affection.

Pull your socks up, Tow the line

Like right away there’s not much time

It’s all worthwhile you’ll find out wait and see

Endless rows of unlocked doors

Which one to pick the choice is yours

There before you stand your destiny

In the mirror my reflection,

Stares at me without affection,

Or surprise

In the mirror my reflection,

Stares at me without affection

No surprise

Patterns spinning on the ceiling

Empty bed and empty feeling

No surprise

In the mirror my reflection,

Stares at me without affection

Patterns spinning on the ceiling

Empty bed and empty feeling

In the mirror my reflection,

Stares at me without affection

Patterns spinning on the ceiling

Empty bed and empty feeling