Compact Space

See the smiling faces, in the rising sun
Head into the town, for a night of fun
Close my eyes and dream, about this night of bliss
How are we going to get, to the end of this?
Drinks that burn your mouth, but you ask for more
Try to pick myself up, from the dirty floor
Wake up in the morning, and I'm freezing cold
Trying to recall, the story never to be told
They drive on the left, and we drove on the right
We drank what was left, and we drank through the night
Blood on the ceiling, and blood on the walls
She lies on the flag, and she screams as she calls
(red alert)
Staring at the mirror, from the bathroom floor
People leave the room, but come back for more
Can't see through the smoke, only feel the flesh
Climbing through the window, where the air is fresh
Wake up in the morning, and I'm freezing cold
Trying to recall, the story never to be told