Flicker & Pour

Streetlight flickers on the wet cement

Another hour of the money spent Bartender pours it before I can

speak The ice is melting and the shelf is weak

He says forever but he means maybe (maybe,

yeah)

Underneath the yellow glass,

we fade out slowly

Closing time at the hotel lobby

No one's looking for a saint or hobby

Under the flickering light,

we stay

Pour another before we walk away (pour another,

yeah)

Maybe means forever in the dark (forever in the dark) Just

a flicker, just a little spark

Empty glasses on the polished oak

The conversation turning into smoke

He wipes the counter with a heavy hand

A language only night-owls understand

Under the streetlight (flicker,

fade)