I kind of can't find the words Trying to explain how much it meant to me But I can't stand this whole damned silence All the trying, fade to black Oh, hold me whiskey The whole damn smoking All that backstabbing One more day I kind of feel so hollow The more I'm buying There ain't no word to say I hear you whispering through the window from the yard Back on to the start One more day Oh, hold me, hold me dear My sense for begging hard Keeping us so low, my heart One more day Oh, hold me, hold me dear My sense for begging hard Oh, low, my heart One more day Oh, hold me, hold me whiskey The whole damn smoking All that backstabbing One more day Can't feel hollow My sense for begging hard Keeping low, my heart One more day Keeping low, my heart One more day