I feel a little troubled in my head Some days you say we're better off dead Well, I say we're better off in bed Pumped up like veins filled with lead Yeah, you were my crutch, my poison The sickness that I've chosen The high that keeps me rolling to a better place So baby, what's next? Maybe I was wrong I've been flying high with you for too long And I wish it was love, love So baby, what's next? Maybe I was wrong I've been flying high with you for too long And I wish it was love But I know you always leave with the rising Sun Guess I never had it better, never had it worse Felt condemned to you like I was ridden with a curse And no one could save me, 'cause there wasn't a cure This was our crutch, our poison The sickness that we've chosen The high that kept us rolling to a better place So baby, what's next? Maybe I was wrong I've been flying high with you for too long And I wish it was love, love So baby, what's next? Maybe I was wrong I've been flying high with you for too long And I wish it was love But I know you always leave with the rising Sun I just wanted to know if it's enough I just wanted to know it was enough So baby, what's next? Maybe I was wrong I've been flying high with you for too long And I wish it was love, love So baby, what's next? Maybe I was wrong I've been flying high with you for too long And I wish it was love But I know you always leave with the rising Sun