Woorden: Bright Eyes. Well Whiskey.

I get my whiskey from a well, except on holidays then it's on the top shelf. But tonite I don't mind if I spend a little more because you are a tolerant woman and the world is at war. I know you witnessed my decline. You used to push back the darkness like a floodlight, but tonight that is a secret like the soul of a whore that if you want to have fun you will just have to ignore. Now let my troubles solve themselves. I used to get involved but I'm just no help, but tonight let's pretend that we are just like we were. Let me stay until the morning I will sleep on the floor. And we can talk in circles, no dollar figures, just what is owed or paid. And you can make predictions I know you see the future and I agree. We agree tonight is not happening.

When I got dry as a desert I got mean. I was as lonely and empty as a canteen. With no anesthetic you are bound to be sore but tonight I and drinking all peaceful and warm. And just when I got fed up with the gray sky. The sun came out of nowhere like a bar fight. And it knocke out the wind and it bruised me with light. And I felt grateful for living just like I feel tonight. I know that you feel safer in a group where you could be anyone or they could be you. But tonight we'll take risks that you can afford. You still have bars on your window and a hole in your door. So we can talk in circles around a dirty mirror. Night trickles down our throats. And we could make a timeline to last our whole lives but we don't know. No one knows what is further up the road. Just wait and see. Just wait and see. All in time. All in time.