when the whiskey flows
when the whiskey flows
the prose will come out to play
evenings on the porch
when the whiskey flows
the prose will come out to play
evenings on the porch
songs of our sadness
drifting away on the wind
another sunrise
who cares for worn-out
and the other broken things
my discarded dreams
those voices are mine
rattling around my head
go a get your own
just before the sun
shadows by the silver light
a full moon at dawn
death comes to visit
to take away my seamus
a heart lies shattered
my heart lies weeping
shattered in the morning air
my seamus has died
just before the sun
shadows by the silver light
a full moon at dawn
sleep still stains my eyes
filtering the world i see
monday morning blues
your inner demons
all the whispers in the dark
searching for silence