Give me twenty shots
Then ask me again
And let me choose
From the faces in the moonlight
As it sinks in deeper
The choice becomes clearer
The flaws fade out
And everything that used to matter dies
With each smirk
Each touch of flesh
Each longing look
As the tension builds up
Everything comes to a close
What becomes of this by day?
What become of the night?
To whom shall you retire?
Then ask me again tomorrow
And tell me if it was all worthwhile
Pour me another shot
