It`s You — текст песни (Buffalo Tom)

There`s no time - a few hours to sleep
Just drive `til tomorrow
Here I go - my drunk tank`s on empty
I`ve run low on sorrow
One last demon drop is all that`s left from our last trip
And that is the taste of you, of you
Auld Lang Syne you`re drunk all the time
Sing happy new year
Here`s my crime: dried up twists of lime
Is all we have left here
But if I`ve had just one thing that
Could tranquilize my mind - it`s all in a drink
Of you, of you
Oh little one it`s you, it`s you
Are you Jean of Arc or Marie Antoinette?
Did you come here to remember or to forget
As silly as it seems it only happens when I dream
All at one time of you, of you
The truth is in your teeth
Because your smile`s beyond belief
And all that is true of you, of you