Soundings

Give me a reason to go home tonight
This whiskey is burning my pain to the size of a double, no ice
What's the price of a fight?

Give me a reason that I can't pretend
That this café bar glistens with a life that I craved
And my body was made for more than I'm giving it

Drowning the sound of my heart as I'm
Sounding the depths of this whiskey jar
Turning my world somewhat slower than before

Give me a reason I should go to bed
When the sleep brings the morning, the morning a day
And I'm weary of these as I'm weary of keeping on

Drowning the sound of my heart as I'm
Sounding the depths of this whiskey jar
Turning my world somewhat slower than before

Drowning the sound of my heart as I'm
Sounding the depths of this whiskey jar
Turning my world somewhat slower than before