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Do you fancy a drink |
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I know a place called the Brink |
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Do you wanna go there |
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I can buzz off your smile |
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And there may be people you know there |
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They've got no rule of thumb |
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So on the counter I strum |
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With my fingers |
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And I adore the surprise |
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Of tomorrows sunrise |
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So I linger |
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And I raise a glass, a smile or two |
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This stuff strips the light from your bones |
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And I would like to stay with you |
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But I leave alone |
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You're the guy on the bus |
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Who's not quite one of us |
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You hear laughter |
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And they won't let you in |
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'Cause everyone knows what you're after |
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So you wear the disguise |
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Of your brilliant ties |
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Drenched in flamboyance |
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And you sit by the bar |
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Much to everyone elses annoyance |
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And I raise a glass, a smile or two |
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This stuff strips the light from your bones |
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And I would like to leave with you |
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But I stay alone |
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And I raise a glass, a smile or two |
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This stuff strips the light from your bones |
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And I would like to leave with you |
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But this stuff strips the light |
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This stuff strips the light |
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This stuff strips the light |
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From your bones |
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From your bones |
