Hurricane Drunk (Bbc Proms At The Royal Albert Hall)

No walls can keep me protected
No sleep, nothing in between me and the rain
And you can't save me now
I'm in the grip of a hurricane
I'm gonna blow myself away

I'm goin' out, I'm gonna drink myself to death
And in the crowd, I see you with someone else
I brace myself 'cause I know it's gonna hurt
But I like to think, at least, things can't get any worse

No home, I don't want shelter
No calm, nothing to keep me from the rain
And you can't save me now
I'm in the grip of the hurricane
It's gonna blow this all away

I'm goin' out, I'm gonna drink myself to death
And in the crowd, I see you with someone else
I brace myself 'cause I know it's gonna hurt
But I like to think, at least, things can't get any worse

I'm going out (I'm gonna drink myself to death)
I'm going out (I see you with someone else)
And I brace myself 'cause I know it's gonna hurt
But I like to think, at least, things can't get any worse