Absinth
hudba: Chris Black & Absinth Band, text: Chris Black
This is just a facelift,
another nip and tuck.
I hide behind the shapeshift,
trying to stay unstuck.
What I like is the guarantee,
another piece of mind.
I am just the absentee
and not the undersigned.
Absinthe
My eyes are growing hollow
with every swallow.
The lights go out with bells on,
the evening has arrived.
My fingers on a shot glass,
we seem to coincide.
Just another day ahead
or a day behind.
Always just the same old thing
and not the other kind.
Absinthe
My eyes are growing hollow
with every swallow.
