Lyrics Whisky Bottles and Butterflies - Adam Wendler

As the clock ticks ′round
Time doesn't know
We′re always marching
On our own
Try to live
And freely roam

Shine the light
And cut the cord
Everything wants to unfold
It seems the only tie that binds
Can't hold
Can't hold

And I can feel it slipping away
Further and further every day
Open up the book
And turn the page
But keep your best
Straight face

The grass is greener on the other side
It′s whisky bottles
And butterflies
I am awake but I′m
Seldom alive
Ohhh woah

Will the lion march
To the beat of the drum
With apathy
Rolling off the tounge
Protect the weak
To defend the young

And we follow,
Follow,
Follow suit
And we follow,
Follow,
Follow suit
And the only one
Who can make a change is you
Is you

And I can feel it slipping away
Further and further every day
Open up the book
And turn the page
But keep your best
Straight face

The grass is greener on the other side
It's whisky bottles
And butterflies
I am awake but I′m
Seldom alive
Ohhh woah

Woah, woah, woah

Whisky bottles and butterflies
Forgotten dreams and lullabies
Whisky bottles and butterflies
Forgotten dreams and lullabies
(I am awake)
Whisky bottles and butterflies
Forgotten dreams and lullabies
(I am awake)
Whisky bottles and butterflies
Forgotten dreams and lullabies
I am awake