Phil Ayoub

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We say goodnight
But it?s not what we had in mind
There's no warm in tonight
Just empty voices on an empty line

We took the dice
We rolled them through the night
But our eleven's and seven's
They just turned to snake eyes

We're walking away
But we won't make a sound
We may cry today
But in the end we will be found

We skated the line
We tasted the bittersweet of love
It went down easy
But you were young and I was out of line

We pulled in the drive
And they hit the lights
And we smoked our last one
Sang our last song
Took our last shot

We're walking away
But we won't make a sound
We may cry today
But in the end we will be found

Oh hold on
Til your heaven arrives
Its yours you deserve it
But its not mine
Its not wrong
If you're Saturday night
And I'm Sunday

We're walking away
But we won't make a sound
We may cry today
But in the end, in the end...