The clock strikes two, the lights are low,
Shadows dance where lovers go.
But I sit here, just me and the night,
Drowning in memories, fading from sight.
After hours, I call your name,
But only silence answers again.
The whiskey’s warm, but it can't replace
The touch of your hand, the light on your face.
A lone sax cries, soft and slow,
Telling stories of hearts let go.
The echoes linger, the pain remains,
Lost in the rhythm of falling rain.
After hours, I call your name,
But only silence answers again.
The whiskey’s warm, but it can't replace
The touch of your hand, the light on your face.
Maybe time will ease the pain,
Or maybe I'll just call again.
The night won’t change, the stars won’t see,
The love that left, the ghost of me.
So here I stay, one drink too deep,
Chasing dreams I’ll never keep.
After hours, alone once more,
Waiting for footsteps that touch the floor.