New Year's Eve کے بول

New year's eve fine dark suits paper hats les grands salutes your tear stained speech and your wounded eyes your frail attempts to be remembered - takes me down dries me out it shoves me around blows my flame out the moon is on and the morning lurks but the mood is gone with the fireworks I lost my faith in new year's eve serpentines cheap cigars sparkling wine fallen stars takes me down... it's time to quit and start again only god knows what we're celebrating