The Evening’s Young

The Evening’s Young

The evening’s young
The night began

Between the bottles in a mirror
I’m smiling at myself
Look in my eyes and start to count
The bottles on the shelf
Bottles on the shelf

Evening’s young
The night began

Barman brings another beer
Could ask myself
Why am I here
Between the bottles in a mirror
Smiling at myself
Look in my eyes and start to count
The bottles on the shelf
I know I could at any time
Get up the chair and leave this place
I know I could at any time

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