In the winter in a seaside boarding house
The killer swigs and reels round his room
Telling how he made that weeping spinster kneel
Yellow light seeps through a fly-blown lampshade
Fading with the dawn
He yells and laughs, they all wanted it.
It was easy, so how could it be wrong?

Chorus:
5 am and the seas are boiling
5 am and the windows crack
5 am and my hands are on you
Big madness
Big madness

When I phone you just to hear your voice
Oh please, dont judge me so
Its just that I dont think Ill rise again
Till Ive seen how low I can go
Next springtime when Im gone for good
And you struggle to find the words cruel enough
Through all these dying continents
My stupid laughter will be heard--chorus
Big madness