A Fire in My Throat
Cold sounds, steering me around
I need a fire, burning my throat
A little ice, a lot of Kentucky bourbon
The bottle from a pocket in my coat
I heard a string bent further than time
Gravity is not the same as a blue note
Somebody had to find it, another shot
It was there all along, now we can cope
Inside my eyes, you have no idea
I see so much of you, I'd rather listen
One day I'll no longer see your face
But will your mind also be missing?
I think a lot of things, some not happy
Did a loud bell really ring, who can hear
Only those who are alarmed, is it me?
Not lately, my bottle is empty and clear