Lyrics: Caronte 2026

Podcast: go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386

https://www.youtube.com/@TheCaronteSongbook

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THE SONG WHEN THE BAR CLOSES

It's three in the morning, a Tuesday that lingers

The smoke from my Lucky fades out through my fingers

Two tired old oxen are dragging my bed

Close to your window, to where I am led

The heavy fog covers the dirty old panes

While the radio plays those familiar refrains

With batteries dying, it hums a sad tune

Mixing up chords and the lies of the moon

You step in so slowly, you don't even knock

Between every kiss, watching time on the clock

You tell me "I love you" to keep the slate clean

But it's an "I love you" that you never mean

Your fingers keep tracing an ancient old chord

Upon these six strings, my only reward

And I, a tough guy with a stone-cold face...

End up just crying right here in this place...

You, dancing my soul in a two-quarter beat

Stripping me down in a portrait so sweet

Knowing me better than my own dark shadow

Though I don't know if my soul even follows

You, living inside me when hours grow late

Making me miss you while sealing my fate

You are the song when they're closing the door

And I keep on dancing, my glass on the floor

Maybe tomorrow, when morning brings light

I'll find you were only a ghost of the night

But as long as I have a last dime in my coat

I'll keep on repeating this stubborn old note

You, dancing my soul in a two-quarter beat

Stripping me down in a portrait so sweet

Knowing me better than my own dark shadow

You, living inside me when hours grow late

You are the song when they're closing the door

And I keep on dancing, my glass on the floor

And you...

With that rhythm that nobody knows

So distant, ethereal, yet so close...

And you...

Who doesn't even see

That inside this song, is where I cease to be...