Sixtinain

Sing to forget
The bitter taste of the sea
And drink and drink and drink

Until losing formality

Pour me another drink
Taste or truth
With a broken soul
To my scars
Vinegar with salt

I'm traveling with the waves
Avoiding the storm
My memory doesn't fail me
And neither will you

Extending this story
Until there is no end
At the height of glory
And at the bottom of this bar

There's no one left
To call
You got tired of hiding
The extra hours

Hate me strongly
Love me more
You were lucky to be born
In the Sixtinain

I'm traveling with the waves
Avoiding the storm
My memory doesn't fail me
And neither will you

Extending this story until there is no end
At the height of glory and at the bottom of this bar
And at the bottom of this bar
At the height of glory and at the bottom of this bar