Round here we sing broken songs, the air is filled with cries from yesterday, bartender please give me a confession in form of a well drink, Mr. Music man play me a dirge for my love. Familiar faces, rusted smiles come around and steal from pocket of memories

Time runs looking me in the face and waves, cupid laughs in a distance. so I call you bartender one more drink as I pour out it all out, two more, three more well a bed I make with the birds.

Crazy in a state of madness, wrapped up in your magic, I found heaven in you and do not want to return back to earth. Across my heart is your name engraved, the world would know how I felt with you and for you