Lyrics

Sweet reverie ain't so sweet to me.

Got a hole in my stomach and I can't find no sleep
No matter how many hours I spend counting sheep
The later the hour, the more I see
in the walls of my head and the black of the screen
We keep the lights down low, we keep the lights down low
and one by one the hours come and go
Two by two says I'm with you
Oh we scammed this thing like devils do

Oh how the whiskey means it's winter
oh how the devil loves a sinner,
oh how the whiskey burns in summer
pouring like the sweat of a funeral drummer

In the shadows of the hangmen, we'll hope for a tune
though they've done nothing wrong, they fill this room
with strings as taut as our strung out nerves
these ropes are the notes of a sad songbird
I'm stalking your words like poets do,
stealing the meaning with each guileful move
So hand me that melody over nice and slow
you've got a barrel aimed at you and nowhere to go

Oh how the whiskey means it's winter
oh how the devil loves a sinner,
oh how the whiskey burns in summer
pouring like the sweat of a funeral drummer

Singing I'll fly away oh glory
I'll fly away,
when I die hallelujah by and by
I'll fly away

Oh how the whiskey means it's winter
Oh how the whiskey means it's winter
Oh how the whiskey means it's winter
Oh how the devil loves a sinner,
Oh how the whiskey burns in summer
Oh how the whiskey burns in summer
Oh how the whiskey burns in summer
Pouring like the sweat of a funeral drummer

Sweet reverie ain't so sweet to me