The Weather Might Say Otherwise - I'LL DRINK TO THAT!
Words fly,wide eyed, rubber, bands, the sun will hide for youA wave less tide managing five white lies until they're dead
The tours are eerie, all the while you crawl back knowing
God might talk, but there's no shot you'll hear him say your name
You'll call and call until she answers, just to leave as soon as you came
The ocean's dry the land is calling for only one man
The gears are whirling far too cold for healing motion
Every word you say, caught like an empty notion
Lights out early in the morning to feel no shame
Hire the product the higher we get
Only we need a dime and a knife to believe
The difference is scary they'll come for your knees
The moment you pass we'll be the ones to proceed
Fine wine and cherries will eat all you know
Hold fear up your sleeve keeping needles below
Feeding to your conscience with wishes untold
The bottom of the bottle is all that will show
Written by:
Damian Brown
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