It's that time again
When the season
Starts to break
No going back
To those cold summer days
It's about time
We had the chance to get away
Going up to see your folks
For a bleak holiday
Holiday, holiday
It's raining in boston
On a tuesday afternoon
Whisky in the kitchen goes 'round
And then to you
No sign or warning of a bad attitude
Whisky in the kitchen goes
'round and then to you
And then to you
And then to you
Unknown cues to fight
You make me restless and blue
There's no apology
For what you did and didn't do
Now here's a story
For when life runs us through
The wounds on my soul
Are starting to ooze
It's raining in boston
On a tuesday afternoon
Whisky in the kitchen goes 'round
And then to you
No sign or warning or a bad attitude
Whisky in the kitchen goes
'round and then to you
And then to you
And then to you
White ashes in a black urn
Salem's heart is calling
In all of its lofty charm
White ashes in a black urn
Salem's heart is calling
But I'm not to return
Oh, oh
It's time to go
White ashes in a black urn
Pale like your skin
Causing me to burn
White ashes in a black urn
Paler than the porcelain tub we
With every shot I slip away
It's only a matter
Of time until something
It's raining in boston
On a tuesday afternoon
Whisky in the kitchen goes
'Round and then to you
No sign or warning of a bad attitude
Whisky in the kitchen goes 'round
White ashes in a black urn
Pale like your skin
Causing me to burn
White ashes in a black urn
Paler than the porcelain tub we
****ed in
Unknown cues to fight
You make me restless and blue
Whisky in the kitchen goes
'Round and then to you
