The evenings young

The night began



Between the bottles in a mirror

Im smiling at myself

Look in my eyes and start to count

The bottles on the shelf

Bottles on the shelf



Evenings young

The night began

Barman brings another beer

Could ask myself

Why am I here

Between the bottles in a mirror

Smiling at myself

Look in my eyes and start to count

The bottles on the shelf

I know I could at any time

Get up the chair and leave this place

I know I could at any time

Get up the chair and leave this place

I wait for me and my decision

Between the bottles thats my face

Tv shows a football game

I leave the place but all the same

If someone asked me "hey guy you

Where do you go, what do you do? "

I wouldnt know what I could say