If the sea were full of whiskey
I would drink it all right up
And if your love for me were milk
It wouldn't fill one cup
If you were the whiskey
That lay in that frothy sea
I would be a sober man
And that's all you'll get from me
The stars were ours
You gave them away
I guess they were just yours
Because I simply had no say
Well if the clouds were bottles
I would drink them all like rain
Then the clouds would drop like anvils
And there would be sun again
But my tolerance is fading
I can't drink like that no more
So the clouds will stay up in the sky
The whiskey pounds the shore
I offered a clear sky
And you opted for the rain
But if I drank those clouds
Would you want me again?
If your heart were Southern Comfort
I'd drink a bottle every day
And if my love for you was beer
You'd piss it all away
But the comfort warms my heart
Despite the hell it brings to pay
So I'll keep on drinking southern
Though I throw up every day
I'll give you comfort
Be it north or south or west
But you've left me East of Eden
With no bottles in my vest
If your heart were a vessel
I would fill it at the docks
While my love is a wave
That you dash upon the rocks
But one day the tide will set
So that the moon and sea make love
And I will be right there
Drinking you up from above
A whiskey full of sea
A whiskey full of sea
Oh my oh my oh me
A whiskey full of sea
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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