Story Behind The Song
A man tortured through alcohol addiction fears flash backs of his wrong doings are returning to haunt him.
Song Description
moody 'dimly lit' room where an old record player is spooning out a lament.
| Song Length |
3:20 |
Genre |
Jazz - Swing, Blues - Gospel |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Serene, Moving |
Subject |
Alchohol, Beer, Wine, Sadness |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Look out here it comes, see it shine on the roof top,
Blows through the trees like the wind,
Over to my window
It?s not a kill or cure, everybody will bathe in it,
And it will be so sweet,
For somebody else but not me
No matter how much I drink,
Everytime I think,this evening I won?t drink no more
Try to stop this thing coming
But it?s not a kill or cure.
Here it comes drifting through that window pane,
I can?t drink no more than I did the night before
The way it falls on the floor is driving me insane boy.
Glinting in the cats eyes, and it shine on the roof tops,
Blowing through the trees like an Autumn breeze,
Coming over to my window.
No matter how many times I ask the moonlight
?Stop coming through my door?
It still falls on the floor & I see that blue body where it lay before
No matter how much I drink,
No matter how much I try to stop thinking
It keeps on drifting, it keeps on taunting,
The manowar out of my dreams keeps haunting me.
Go out from my window,
Trickle across the roof tops,
Blow through the trees,
Go back to the sky
Go back to the sky
Go back to the sky.