So far we've
lost all count
Just concentrate On what's good and mean and true
On nights like this
We drink ourselves dry
And make promises Without intention
So
fortunate that this was brought on
Last time,
as I recall
You can't hold up your every expectation
On nights like this
We drink ourselves dry
And make promises Without intention
My God,
is this what we've become?
Living parodies of love and loss Can we really get all that lost?
So fortunate that this was brought on
Last time,
as I recall
You
can't hold up your every expectation
One moment to another I am restless
Seems making love forever Could often risk your heart
And I cannot remember When I was this *
In service of another I will give it all
