A Toast Songtext
von Xerxes

Stare at the silver of an empty glass
Under the use of a gift you can′t get back
Time spent on highways north of home
Hiding a sixty-five in heavy stone
My mind is a kiss that's soaked in beer
And not as a change of heat in the simmer air
But even in the cold I can almost feel
Your hands in my hair and mine on the steering wheel


What are we now?
Hunger satisfied
Champagne toast towards an honest cry
An eye turned to spring or an oncoming sunrise
An absence of pain or a poison that′s mostly self-prescribed

Are we just the silence, pal?
Are we just the painted clouds?
Are we slowly fading down
Behind the reddest doubt?
Are we just a bastard hope
As we're lowered into the ground?
While the day just turns the page
And lets the light burn down

Stare at the silver of an empty glass
Under the use of a gift you can't get back
Time spent on highways north of home
Hiding a sixty-five


One last goodbye