Kickin a stone, kickin a stone
six feet closer to you
Tattoo pain, tattoo stained
to show you are under my skin.How the morning sun goes down golden to pink.
I drink to the missing of your lips.Silent cigarettes, silent cigarrette
sickeningly broke,
River currents, river tide.
Your words swirl in my echo mind.
How the anchor hits the waves to hold rest
your memory harbouring my vessel heart.The workin ladies whisper your name
a wind colder, closer to the bone.
Another stumble home drunk
another piece of the puzzle lost
You'll find me down, on ol' ReaperbahnPlastic rose, lantern glow
your photo never fades
Jukebox cries, back street fights
Imaginary spirit dancing.the smoke form the bar mix with the fog horn call
but I don't want to hear my tale in warning.
The workin ladies whisper your name
a wind colder, closer to the bone.
Another stumble home drunk
another piece of the puzzle lost
You'll find me down, on ol' ReaperbahnHow many years, years gone by
to lay down by your side...
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