Whiskey Won't Help Tonight

The fire burns low in the grave, my glass holds a diagonal. Your name in the glass I trace like a scar in the cold. The bomber knows my stare. He leaves me to my sin. One chair, one tune, one prayer. And the rain at the window skin. Oh, I'm sorry, my love. I was slower than the dark. Oh, I'm sorry, my love. You left and I kept my bark. One more song for the road. One more sip to break my fall. Oh, I'm sorry, my love. I lost you for nothing at all. Now the butter on starts to roll like boots on a frozen lane. The room wakes up, but I'm still stuck in your old refrain. I see your coat by the door. I reach, then I pull back. My hands know the shape of yours, but the night won't give you back. Oh, I'm sorry, my love. I was slower than the dark. Oh, I'm sorry, my love. You left and I kept my bar. One more song for the road. One more sip to break my fall. I'm sorry, my love. I lost you for nothing at all. You. Onica cries through the timber and the smoke. And I laugh at my own lies like a man who's nearly broke. Oh, I'm sorry, my love. I was slower than the dark. Oh, I'm sorry, my love. You left, and kept my bar. One more song for the road. One more sip to break my phone. I'm sorry, my love. I lost you for nothing at all.