Hooverphonic - Single Malt

You are sailing away
On a lake of madness
On a wave of sadness

You prefer the taste
Of single malt sadness
A dirty shot of madness

You slowly float subconsciously
You don't even care what it does to me
I used to be your gladness

You are heading
For a storm of illness
A hurricane of sickness

You've made your choice
A long time ago
Without giving me the right to vote

You slowly float subconsciously
You don't even care what it does to me
I used to be your gladness

Even love doesn't seem to work
As a drug against the rush

I used to be your gladness
Now you are my sadness
I used to be your gladness
Now I am your sadness
Will it all end in madness