Lift a glass, Dan Sultan - nailed it.
Nobody knows I yearn for you
Nobody knows I yearn for you
This heart could not be truer
Nobody knows I yearn for you
Nights like this I wish I had a hammock.
Sitting outside, starlit skies, sipping whiskey, smoking cigarettes, not a breath of wind.
Laying in a hammock, wrapped in a blanket, would be heaven
“Ya got cigarettes?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say, “I got cigarettes.”
“Matches?” she asks.
“Enough to burn Rome.”
“Whiskey?”
“Enough whiskey for a Mississippi River of pain.”
“You drunk?”
“Not yet.”
― Charles Bukowski
