They cleaned the bottle, stained the mirror, I smiled at myself
Locked my eyes and started to count the bottles on the shelf
Bottles on the shelf
They cleaned the bottle, stained the mirror, I smiled at myself
Locked my eyes and started to count the bottles on the shelf
Bottles on the shelf
He thinks young and I've begun
Barman brings another beer, can't ask myself why am I here
Between the bottles and the mirror, smiling at myself
Locked my eyes and started to count the bottles on the shelf
I know I could at any time get off the chair and leave the place
I know I could at any time get off the chair and leave the place
I wait for him, meet him, my decision
Between the bottles, that's my face
TV shows, football game, I leave the place
But all the same, if someone asked me
Hey guy, where do you go, what do you do
I wouldn't know what I would say
I wouldn't know what I would say