Jason Webley
"Absynthe Makes The Heart Grow Fonder"

After a couple glasses, the floorboards don't feel so secure
And I'm afraid I could really go down tonight
I'm outnumbered by the ashes, held hostage by the door
And the air in here is so damn loud tonight

I've got this old four-by-six photograph, your face pressed against my shoulder
Little pools of salt mark where tears have dried
I've got this big needle stuck in my chest so deep it's starting to tickle
A thousand miles from the chimera I chase, love is a sadness with a face

There's a darkness in all wanting, my intentions all feel stained
And the devil keeps filling my glass tonight
My adrenaline is clotting, the faces in here all seem strange
But I just want to touch something that will last tonight

If I could just taste sip of an answer, maybe I could break out of this drunkard's prison
I'm homesick for a place I might have never seen
Something more than these old feet brought me here, so these feet can't take me away
I didn't get here on my own, whoever brought me here is gonna have to bring me home

I've got this old four-by-six photograph, your face pressed against my shoulder
Little pools of salt mark where the tears have dried
Something more than these old feet brought me here, so these feet can't take me away
I'm a thousand miles from the chimera I chase, home is a sadness, not a place