I get why some folks don't like me.
Truly.
I don't care.
But I get it.
Dreams that dance in amber lights a clink,
a sip,
a fleeting glance.
Romance steps in and takes a chance.
The ice cubes melt and slow and sly,
like secrets told and left to die.
A cigarette curls in the air while love pretends it doesn't care.
So swizzled sticks and stolen grins.
Love's a gamble no one wins.
Yet here we sit,
the nights of friend,
both hoping dawn won't spell the end.
Oh moonlight and martini nights.
Dreams that dance in amber lights.
A clink, a sip, a fleeting glance.
Romance steps in and takes a chance.
The ice cubes melt and slow and sly,
like secrets told and left to die.
A cigarette curls in the air while love pretends it doesn't care.
So swizzled sticks and stolen grins.
Love's a gamble no one wins.
Yet here we sit,
the nights of friend,
both hoping dawn won't spell the end.
The night dissolves, the stars retreat.
Our glass is empty, bittersweet.
But in this glow,
this fragile gleam,
we toast the night and chase the dream.
We're the ice cubes.
Okay,
think I'll be.
I'll launch you below me into the lights.
Dreams that dance in amber lights.
A clink, a sip, a fleeting glance.
Romance steps in and takes a chance.