I'm tired of everyone I know, of everyone I see on the streets and on tv.
On the other side, nobody is waiting for me.
I hate them all, I hate myself for hating them. So drink small, I love them all, I drink even more so I'll hate them even more than I did before.
I remember when you came.
Now it's seems so far away.
I'm tired of the end so desmantled of everyone.
I'm going to sleep, I'll train my eyes to see.
On the other side I know what's waiting for me.

The Strokes
On the other side