fill my glass with tears, and
drink a glass or two, but I don’t get drunk.
Stumbling down the dark street,
my face reflected in the shop window mirror,
crying, laughing, then falling down
fill my glass with tears, and
drink a glass or two, but I don’t get drunk.
Stumbling down the dark street,
my face reflected in the shop window mirror,
crying, laughing, then falling down