Sometimes
I feel the urge to zero down my sensors
These eyes I saw across the room
They offered heavens and were pointed
Straight at you
And now
I don’t have much else to do
Not bad, another round
And one more “blood & sand” for me,
Just little less cherry brandy this time
And some other day my eyes would have filled with tears
Of surrender
But now I don’t know what I’m doing
It’s one gesture –
And she’s gone done my throat with the whisky
And the bone dry gin
couple more –
And you’re no longer proud of me as I’m stretched on the counter,
But I don’t care, I just start my table-top dancing
And she’s one of those
Who never get their shoes covered in dust
And her make up [bad word] down her face
Cos a lady
Never lets herself be a mess in public places
And I’m down to the floor
Thinking I should bury, bury all this in the gutter
Bury all this in the tomb,
So that next day we could start from blank
All over again
All over again…
 
Sometimes
I feel the urge to zero down my sensors
These eyes I saw across the room
They offered heavens and were pointed
Straight at you
And now
I don’t have much else to do
Not bad, another round
And one more “blood & sand” for me,
Just little less cherry brandy this time