Speak to me, Clara
Don't leave me in silence
Your stare is too much to take
Your eyes are darker than I've ever seen them
Say something, anything
Don't leave me in silence
I can't speak, Clara
I have nothing to say
The shot glass trembles in your hand
The whiskey's made you blush
made your eyes shiny
or is that just saltwater?
More scotch? Wine? Anything?
Don't leave me in silence
Why can't we just talk about it?
Why do we have to sit in quiet
in a neon-lit bar
staring with unseeing eyes
drinking till the truth's a lie
and all the lies are truth?
Why can't we talk, Clara?
Clara?
Clara?
