Velvet Hour in the Lounge

The ice is thin inside my glass;

The band is playing something slow;

I watch the heavy minutes pass;

I've got nowhere left to go;

Give me one more gin;

Let the room begin to spin;

The stage is dark and white;

With nowhere left to hide;

The curtain has a dusty smell;

The spotlight found a different face;

There's no one left for me to tell;

I'm just a ghost inside this place;

Give me one more gin;

Let the room begin to spin;

The stage is dark and wide;

With nowhere left to hide;

The piano man looks tired tonight;

The bass is thumping in my chest;

I used to love the morning light;

Now I only want the rest;

Give me one more chance;

Let the room begin to spin;

The stage is dark and wide;

With nowhere left to hide;

Give me one more chance;

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh;

Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh;