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