Those scars that run deep are the scars that we keep,
are you happy now?

no one tells the full story.

Gabe plays the harp on the sharp end of the street
hoping to meet with his maker,
I play the fool playing it cool making a drink in the old cocktail shaker,

but a barman? too far man, I'm the chancer who got lucky in the romance of her.

it's now or forever but never not no how
and who of you
can argue with that?