Distilled

Gonna start a fire, watch the sun hit the ground

Got no desire, to put my whisky or this guitar down

Almost empty bottle but the page is filling fast

The liquor or the melody, we'll see who finish last

Cause she burns all the way down

And she flows like these thoughts into the sound

And she knows, that i can't put them down

Till the last drop falls into me

And the last note falls from these strings

She knows how to get it all out of me