Please give me a kiss
One last little fix
It's our final roll of the dice
And we landed on goddamn snake eyes
My o my
The cork's fallen into the wine
The more we try the more we loose
No more to confuse
Baby, we cannot hold on
He lays his hand on my thigh
This river is passing me by
Once tender whispered truths
Now disappear into the gloom
My o my
This storm has blown out the fire
I'm adrift in the waves
I've been floating for days
Henry, we cannot hold on
Let's stop this before it gets worse
There's room for both of us in this hearse
Raise your glass now to this toast
Let's split at this fork in the road
My o my
I'm sure we'll be friends in time
What you up to next week?
Well, I think that I'm free
Have dinner a little to early

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Writer(s): Henry Wagons