It’s one of those pitch black nights
all I see is a fading piece of moon
but the sky looks all gray and high
still I feel it’s gonna get good soon

Destiny can take us to some unexpected places
just to have fun playing our strings
and in this black night it was playing mines
but who am I kidding anyways?
I like to be given wings sometimes

It feels cold and lonely in this place
nothing to look for, nothing to hide
no one to talk to, or to be talked by
just a still, brown, tall, half empty, half full
bottle of whisky.
ah now this is good company!

I knew it was gonna get good
after all I haven’t been bad to karma
at least not recently that I remember
and I’m starting to feel comfortable

I didn’t forget where I was
I just didn’t care
I didn’t forget where this bottle belongs
I just wanted to think it was mine tonight
and I was ready to empty it

This is good whisky!
it comes so sweet to my lips
and feels so pleasant in my mouth
yet it heats my soul so strong
like it’s kissing me with passion

I close my eyes
and I feel the cruel intentions
this whisky was made for me
handcrafted by angels
to be drink by a mortal

yet I found the meaning of finite
in the bottom of this beautiful bottle
and like any good in life
I knew it’d come to an end

I stood thinking about it though
where it came from where did it go
why does it still burn my throat
and why it still haunt my thoughts
as I get out of this space and into reality