Missing Goals

Don´t talk to me in this cranky state I´m in
I can´t feel another feeling
I want to die on the floor of this pub tonight
I can´t find another healing

Though I know solutions can´t be found
By looking through a bottle´s ground
It helps my mind to go astray
To make this feeling go away

Ref.: Same old song - she´s been gone
No way home - but all the way back to start at zero
Same old song - she´s been gone
A striker´s been exchanged for missing goals

So here we are, we didn´t make it really far
On the plan we used to follow
And it´s all gone, the experience we´ve won
Remain like something hollow

And we´ll never build it up again
It flowed so quickly down the drain
As perfectly as it all starts, as perfectly it´s blown apart