In the hush of the night, I feel the chill in my bones,
Under a sky so cold, where the restless heart moans.
A deep yearning stirs, like a ghost that won’t sleep,
I pour another whiskey, as I dive in the deep.
That old wooden chair, it creaks with every sigh,
Memories drift like smoke, in this dim, lonely sky.
Each drop of amber fire, warms my soul just a touch,
But the shadows keep calling, and they whisper too much.
Oh, the bottles keep rolling, down this lonesome track,
Every sip a reminder of how the love slipped through the cracks.
I howl at the moonlight, like a wolf on the prowl,
Searching for a piece of you, in every haunting howl.
Through the fog of my mind, I see your face appear,
A fleeting silhouette that draws me ever near.
But the night's deep embrace, it holds its secrets tight,
And I’m just a wandering soul, lost in the night.
So I drink to the heartache, to those days that have flown,
To the cold wind that bents me, in this heart made of stone.
Though the whiskey keeps flowing, it’s you that I seek,
A love like a river, now a whisper so weak.
As the dawn starts to break, with its soft golden hue,
I’m left with my shadows, and a memory of you.
With the last drop of whiskey, I’ll toast to the pain,
For in howling at moonlight, I’ll never love again.
Blues
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