A million things to do   Every morning I wake up   Keep myself at ease   Sometimes next to someone      People calling me   Though not as much as they used to   It takes about a week   To get back to not them      Every day I am in this mess   I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh   Just the top layer of the feeling   Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing   Even when it’s foooolish      Sometimes I succeed   In losing the reason   But it always comes back   And when it doesn’t it’s       I read al these books   And with all of that knowledge   I know what happens when you love   But can not attack      Every day I am in this mess   I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh   Just the top layer of the feeling   Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing   Even when it’s foooolish      Every day I am in this mess   I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh   Just the top layer of the feeling   Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing   Even when it’s foooolish      A million things to do   Every morning I wake up   Keep myself at ease   Sometimes next to someone      People calling me   Though not as much as they used to   It takes about a week   To get back to not them      Every day I am in this mess   I can’t help it and I think of you-ooooh-ooh   Just the top layer of the feeling   Enough to make me dig in all that I’m dooo-ing   Even when it’s foooolish