Текст песни
Ash falls slow on the table's edge
Like tiny ghosts that never pledge
The preacher's gone the choir's tired
The jukebox hums like it's inspired
My voice cracks through the smoke and glass
Each word a sin I can't surpass
The bass keeps faith the lights stay low
I whisper truth the saints won't know
Silver ash rusted prayers
Heaven's deaf nobody cares
The blues keep time the bottle sways
We count the nights in whiskey days
No holy hands no words divine
Just this old stool and glass of mine
I don't confess I just exist
Between the flame and foggy mist
Silver ash on worn out sleeves
Love departs the bar believes
Rusted prayers still sound the same
Whiskey forgives it don't blame