chorus]
My head goes back.
The glass goes with it.
An empty glass comes down
And then I try to forget.
They all said the story was over,
That the last line had been written.
Looking back I'd have to agree
It seemed that way too long.
But now I've seen some evidence
That formerly was hidden.
I saw it at the bottom of a glass
Of something way too strong.
Your face in a glass of gin.
Is that what made my sore head spin?
The stars are twinkling like they're new.
If I try again I just might win.
The moon rose over your shoulder,
A chip of silver waiting for another.
The speed of light's not fast enough
To turn back the hands of the clock.
[Chorus]
Everybody said it was over
Between me and you.
And looking back into the past,
I guess I have to agree
That it's true.
Well it's true.
[Chorus x 2]
The moon rose over your shoulder,
A chip of silver waiting for another.
The speed of light isn't fast enough
To turn back the hands of the clock
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