The bottle was empty
The heart was heavy
One glass was plenty
A hand never steady
His gaze was vacant
The smell fla-grant
The night was young
The tales were old
The words had stung
The pain never told
As proof of love
As below so above
The bottle was empty
The heart was heavy
One glass was plenty
A hand never steady
His gaze was vacant
The smell fla-grant
The night was young
The tales were old
The words had stung
The pain never told
As proof of love
As below so above