~Give me a glass and our eyes will do the talking
~Maybe names could be exchanged
~By midday we'll tango,five you'll be flirting, and by six you'll be my ecstasy
~Stories will be told and secrets exposed, but be careful by night you'll fall in love
~And in the daylight you'll see me and remember that girl, yearning for her once again
~But we'll sit close to each other in silence with sober thoughts, forced out by meaningless words
~We'll hope for another night, but my liver is shriveled up