Bill Mericle - The Slow Season Lyrics

Pushing that cloth and your shift is old
The Red Shift never closes down
But last call is close
You know if you move too fast
You'll be falling
If the mirror was ice
It would already be thawing
Getting dirty like yesterday's snow

Still you race to fly down the street
For the last gasping minutes of the scene
Take your place with the last wallflowers
The same back corner
Till they make you leave
And you're paying a lot
Though it's dang near free
For dimly lit fantasies

You always watch the ancient clock
Glowing above the bar
Sipping the same luminous drinks
Under the same old hands' sweep

There's so much love
In those wretched souls
Hopping to where the darkness pools and
They all seem to glow
Aim for the hazey lights
Dodging black holes
Who still don't know
That it doesn't make them special
To be selling death to the mortal
Their opinions ringing out
Over the loud bar band blues

You're paying a lot
Though it's dang near free
For your dimly lit fantasies

You always watch the ancient clock
Glowing above the bar
Sipping the same luminous drinks
Under the same old hands' sweep