
Date of issue: 09.11.2009
Song language: English
Bottom of the Bottle |
There’s never a star in this sky |
Never a boat in this sea |
Only the voice of a thousand lies |
Choking the truth out of me |
Until I’ve fallen immune to her lies |
Or learned to turn a deaf ear to her pleas |
I will never begin to be satisfied |
She’ll never again let me be |
Don’t let her turn your temperance |
Away from the simple and sound |
Or she will damn you darkly down |
At the bottom of the bottle it makes no difference |
If I keep drinkin' or drown |
Cause I can’t go much lower than I am right now |
By the time I find my home |
I’ll be all scars and broken bones |
A head full of lies, a heart of stone |
Voice like a freight train’s cold whistle moan |
No, no I cannot promise nothing |
That I cannot know for sure |
I won’t say never or forever |
I have told those lies before |
Please don’t ask me to proclaim, my love |
That my love for you will grow |
That I desire to love you ‘til I die |
Ain’t that all you need to know |
But your desires burn like fires |
Then they quickly flicker down |
And all the while your constant smile |
Will never show the fires went out |
And when they do you won’t come home one night |
And you’ll leave me all alone |
So don’t tell me of desire my love |
Tell me true, you’ll never go |
Or by the time you find your home |
You’ll be all scars and broken bones |
A head full of lies, a heart of stone |
Voice like a freight train’s cold whistle moan |