I drink all night through

“This sky is heavy for my lips
And I kiss the bottle beak
Getting angry, getting weak
And my bottle pips”

Yes, I still remember how we used to sing this song but,
Everything has changed and there`s no kidding anymore
I`d like to return back to our past to clench your hand the right way
I`d like to share this bottle....with you.....

Stark under the blanket for my dreams jut out of window
Swallen running sands and fair sex cry under moon
You could call me sniveller if only you could see me
Like I shoot myself before

I drink all night - I count stars
I drink all night – I weep on the floor
I drink all night – I draw the target
On my back, I like this kind of plod

 
I know a dreadful secret and I don`t know what to do now:
I treat kindly someone who loves you more than I do
I can make a solemn vow to hold her in respect for you.....to see...me
Like I shoot myself before

Cartel still is useless though you press for entertainment
Judge me for my crest
I`d like to return back to our past to clench your hand the right way
I`d like to share this bottle....with you.....


I drink all night - I count stars
I drink all night – I weep on the floor
I drink all night – I draw the target
On my back, I like this kind of plod


I sit on the window-sill with rabbit in my stocking
Grazing on my fears
Tumbler`s best known number and my usual trick
Like I shoot myself before