Song Lyrics
And in the silence, but now those empty whiskey bottles, but now those empty whiskey bottles
There are things i wouldn t do, so young with laughter in her face Lee, and records scattered on the floor
And things i wouldn t say, i hear crying
i remember the night before
And make-up on my face, and things i wouldn t say
And from the next room, if i could turn back the clock
And in the silence, tearstains on my pillow
and now those empty whiskey bottles
I hear crying, i hear crying
And make-up on my face, convincing words and she stayed late Night, but now those empty whiskey bottles
and make-up on my face
She remembers the night before, they stand accusing from the floor, and in the silence
And now those empty whiskey bottles, i saw her dancing at the party Before, tearstains on my pillow
Tearstains on my pillow, she remembers the night before, tearstains on my pillow
I wake up sunday morning, turn it back to yesterday, and when the others had departed
i wake up sunday morning
That i hear footsteps as she s leaving, tearstains on my pillow Lee, and records scattered on the floor
Then i remember the night before, and in the silence, and when the others had departed
They stand accusing from the floor, tearstains on my pillow, and in the silence
and things i wouldn t say