Eye to eye with nothing
(Indisponível)
I've been here forever
See how the chair is worn
The walls could tell some stories
Sheltered strangers from the storm
and I'm starin' down an empty 'til I lose all sense of sight
Eye to eye with nothing on a lonely Sunday night
The regulars file in
The clinking of the glass
The warmth flows so easy
Takin' the coldness from my past
and I'm face down on the table with my knuckles turning white
Eye to eye with nothing on a lonely Sunday night
GUITAR BREAK
I've been here forever
but I'm younger than you'd guess
I fight the battle nightly
Most nights I lose, I must confess
and I'm starin' down an empty
I swear I can almost see the light
Eye to eye with nothing on a lonely Sunday night
and I'm face down on the table with my knuckles turning white
Eye to eye with nothing on a lonely Sunday night
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