Bottles and Strangers
Wasted
The hours on the shelf
Empty and warm
Glasses by themselves
The bottles
Strangers now to me
Seeping through the bones
This river that I can't see
Sinking
No bottom to be found
Breathing is lost
When there's no love around
The hours on the shelf
Empty and warm
Glasses by themselves
The bottles
Strangers now to me
Seeping through the bones
This river that I can't see
Sinking
No bottom to be found
Breathing is lost
When there's no love around
Credits
Writer(s): Enzo Monteiro
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