So empty I could burst...
Serve me a pint of liquid sadness
It won't fill me, quench the thirst for a moment of lightness
In a light so cold
Shining through November evenings on uneven cobblestones.
Even though they're rough and tough
I could lie like in a feather bed
Like I lie dead in my head
Or like I lie my day's okay
As you do the same with me
Missed opportunities
In different alleyways
Saying ours is bright when they're both greyer than grey
But the connection can't be made
Our fuses blown by all those times
We tried and failed
To go unveiled
But shall we try just one last time...?
Serve me a brew malted in waters salted by years of tears
Tell me your shadows, I'll pour mine, and we can share a glass of wine
Christened by the gods inside, rather than the ones up high
'Cuz if neither can save us
I'd rather look to you
Than up to the sky
And if we do all share this thirst
Blessed be the one who pours their spirit first