If I put you on my wings,
And showed you how to fly?
Would you hate me when we fell?
Cause you distracted me with your eyes.
If I lead you up a staircase,
Into the tiniest room you ever saw,
Would you wanna that be close to me?
Somehow I think you would.
And somehow I’m still at the bottom.
At the bottom of the list,
You’re at the bottom of a bottle.
Taking that final sip.
At the bottom of the night,
Headed right into the morning,
At the bottom of the darkest hour
Before the dawn.
If I let, you forget,
Would I ever let myself get sleep?
I would miss my dreams of you, you know,
Even though your smiles always better in the day…light.
It’s all so simple.
If we shut our eyes,
Would we enjoy the free fall?
Cause somehow we get to the bottom.
At the bottom of the list,
You’re at the bottom of a bottle.
Taking that final sip.
At the bottom of the night,
Headed right into the morning,
At the bottom of the darkest hour
Before the dawn.
