I walked myself to a night club because i was terribly weary.
I had a lot of wine with ice cubes and i did not feel sorry.
You weren't there you didn't see.
You didn't share you didn't feel.

My life was swirling around in a glass of red wine.
If i could've spoken only with vowel sound, i wouldn't have gone blind.
The song was good people were dancing.
Music was the food that i'd been seeking.

In the twilights of the dance floor i felt alone.
They could not see my core or where i belonged.
I held the empty air once again and embodied your present to dance with.
My sweatdrops were falling like rain as i danced the song away so weird.

Another year had gone by and you weren't there.
I didn't want to try as much as you didn't want to share.
Share your days with me like you always had before.
Though the man in me kept saying you were what i had been seeking for.

It was an american melody i danced away.
Just a cliché melancholy to drag me away.
From the man i had been.
From you that i had seen.

Was it the wine, the music, or me?
Run out of time, had i?

You weren't there...
You didn't see...
You didn't share...
You didn't feel...