Текст песни
The evening's young
The night began
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Between the bottles in a mirror
I'm smiling at myself
Look in my eyes and start to count
The bottles on the shelf
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Bottles on the shelf
Evening's young, the night began
Barman brings another beer
Could ask myself, "Why am I here?"
Between the bottles in a mirror
You 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 the place
I know I could at any time
Get up the chair and leave the place
I wait for me and my decision
Between the bottles, that's 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 wouldn't know what I could say