well i asked the river but she didn't know
just where you were going or if you'd return
the dust and the gravel didn't crackle or moan
for you drove down my heart instead of the stones
well i played the movie of my memory
and repeated all the things we said
but when i spoke your part the snowflake hit my heart
and i knew it was over again
here at the end of the night
i see we've been wishing on dead starlight
so here's to the past and things that don't last
well this flat pop and bourbon's a fitting repast
you always could paint a picture with your words
and i guess this old blue is all i deserve
so i'll be the devil and you be the saint
with a faraway look in your eyes made of paint
our love used to be just like a pop
it sparkled and it burned when you took off your top
but it never did boil quite like champagne
then it lost all the fizz and went down the drain
here at the end of the night
am i'm still wishing on dead starlight
how can i break free from your memory
more flat pop and bourbon might just be the key
here at the end of the night
well i see we've been wishing on dead starlight
so here's to the past and things that don't last
and this flat pop and bourbon that fills up my glass
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