Song | Bottom of the Bottle |
Artist | Brown Bird |
Album | The Devil Dancing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
There’s never a star in this sky | |
Never a boat in this sea | |
Only the voice of a thousand lies | |
Choking the truth out of me | |
Until I’ve fallen immune to her lies | |
Or learned to turn a deaf ear to her pleas | |
I will never begin to be satisfied | |
She’ll never again let me be | |
Don’t let her turn your temperance | |
Away from the simple and sound | |
Or she will damn you darkly down | |
At the bottom of the bottle it makes no difference | |
If I keep drinkin’ or drown | |
Cause I can’t go much lower than I am right now | |
By the time I find my home | |
I’ll be all scars and broken bones | |
A head full of lies, a heart of stone | |
Voice like a freight train’s cold whistle moan | |
No, no I cannot promise nothing | |
That I cannot know for sure | |
I won’t say never or forever | |
I have told those lies before | |
Please don’t ask me to proclaim, my love | |
That my love for you will grow | |
That I desire to love you ‘til I die | |
Ain’t that all you need to know | |
But your desires burn like fires | |
Then they quickly flicker down | |
And all the while your constant smile | |
Will never show the fires went out | |
And when they do you won’t come home one night | |
And you’ll leave me all alone | |
So don’t tell me of desire my love | |
Tell me true, you’ll never go | |
Or by the time you find your home | |
You’ll be all scars and broken bones | |
A head full of lies, a heart of stone | |
Voice like a freight train’s cold whistle moan |
There' s never a star in this sky | |
Never a boat in this sea | |
Only the voice of a thousand lies | |
Choking the truth out of me | |
Until I' ve fallen immune to her lies | |
Or learned to turn a deaf ear to her pleas | |
I will never begin to be satisfied | |
She' ll never again let me be | |
Don' t let her turn your temperance | |
Away from the simple and sound | |
Or she will damn you darkly down | |
At the bottom of the bottle it makes no difference | |
If I keep drinkin' or drown | |
Cause I can' t go much lower than I am right now | |
By the time I find my home | |
I' ll be all scars and broken bones | |
A head full of lies, a heart of stone | |
Voice like a freight train' s cold whistle moan | |
No, no I cannot promise nothing | |
That I cannot know for sure | |
I won' t say never or forever | |
I have told those lies before | |
Please don' t ask me to proclaim, my love | |
That my love for you will grow | |
That I desire to love you ' til I die | |
Ain' t that all you need to know | |
But your desires burn like fires | |
Then they quickly flicker down | |
And all the while your constant smile | |
Will never show the fires went out | |
And when they do you won' t come home one night | |
And you' ll leave me all alone | |
So don' t tell me of desire my love | |
Tell me true, you' ll never go | |
Or by the time you find your home | |
You' ll be all scars and broken bones | |
A head full of lies, a heart of stone | |
Voice like a freight train' s cold whistle moan |
There' s never a star in this sky | |
Never a boat in this sea | |
Only the voice of a thousand lies | |
Choking the truth out of me | |
Until I' ve fallen immune to her lies | |
Or learned to turn a deaf ear to her pleas | |
I will never begin to be satisfied | |
She' ll never again let me be | |
Don' t let her turn your temperance | |
Away from the simple and sound | |
Or she will damn you darkly down | |
At the bottom of the bottle it makes no difference | |
If I keep drinkin' or drown | |
Cause I can' t go much lower than I am right now | |
By the time I find my home | |
I' ll be all scars and broken bones | |
A head full of lies, a heart of stone | |
Voice like a freight train' s cold whistle moan | |
No, no I cannot promise nothing | |
That I cannot know for sure | |
I won' t say never or forever | |
I have told those lies before | |
Please don' t ask me to proclaim, my love | |
That my love for you will grow | |
That I desire to love you ' til I die | |
Ain' t that all you need to know | |
But your desires burn like fires | |
Then they quickly flicker down | |
And all the while your constant smile | |
Will never show the fires went out | |
And when they do you won' t come home one night | |
And you' ll leave me all alone | |
So don' t tell me of desire my love | |
Tell me true, you' ll never go | |
Or by the time you find your home | |
You' ll be all scars and broken bones | |
A head full of lies, a heart of stone | |
Voice like a freight train' s cold whistle moan |