Vārdi: Eskimo Joe. Black Fingernails, Red Wine. Beating Like a Drum.

This room is like the belly of a ghost
Swaying to the rhythm
Of a heart that is now lost

So tell me that I'm wrong
Tell me that there's consequence
Or do you still remember me alive?
Beating like a drum

I had a lot to drink last night
Now I'm feeling old
Is there anything that I can buy
That I have not sold

So tell me that I'm gone
From your state of mind
Do you still remember me alive?
Do you still remember me alive?
Beating like a

Drum that beats upon the door
A shadow underneath the floor
I don't want to shoot this gun
But everything just stops
Like the beat of a drum

Tell me that I'm wrong
Tell me that there's consequence
Or do you still remember me alive?
Beating like a drum
Beating like a drum
Beating like a drum