On returning, I can't believe this world is still turning   The pressure's on because the pleasure hasn't gone      And I'm not sorry for, for the things I've done   And I'm not looking for just anyone      On competing, oh, when will this tired heart stop beating?   It's all a game, existence is only a game      And I'm not sorry for, for the things I've done   And I'm not looking for just anyone      I'm slipping below the water line   I'm slipping below the water line      Reach for my hand, and, and the race is won   Reject my hand, and the damage is done      I'm slipping below the water line   I'm slipping below the water line      The woman of my dreams, she, she never came along   The woman of my dreams, well, there never was one      And I'm not sorry for, for the things I've said   There's a wild man in my head, there's a wild man in my head