With the empty glass in my hand

Silently on a wooden chair 

Raising a toast to me 

Memories, swings around  

The soft warm air

 It’s not hard anymore 

Not with a glass in my hand  

Every thing’s still the same 

But the time’s is moving  

Forward back 

And with pictures still in the wall 

It’s hurt sometimes, but not now 

Not with a broken glass  

I’m here thinking about 

Those days spent 

And those that I am spending 

And the difference seem  

To fade away with a glass in my hand  

But the music seems to fade away  

So does the remedy in the glass 

The time seems to fade away 

And slowly does the memories 

With the empty glass in my hand