You said you’d chase away the shakes
But it was only lies
You remind me of my mistakes
And they cloud up your eyes
Those tears may fall
To dampen the scratching on the wall
And drown me with the moon
The sky was a pale shade of blue
And we smoked for hours
You said you were over the cold
But I knew this would be over too
The sky was a palette of purple
The cigarette packet empty
Silence fell over you
And you begin to resent me
I long for morning, opening time
You’ll forget to hate me
Over glasses of red wine
But in the silence
You see all the signs
We’re at the end of the line