Vaudeville Etiquette - Rose & Ivy lyrics

Seven day's supply, Of your sweet vanilla wine inside your coat. Bourbon on my breath, I approached you singing victory or d**h. Dylan on the jukebox, And a quarter for the billiards in my hand. We were playing games of cutthroat, We were building up a castle made of sand. Rose and ivy vines, Grow below those walls now. And our love in twilight, Never saw the sun going down. Catch another's eye, Calling late night in a rage to get some rest. Here I built a fortress, Stacking stones to block some silent truth, I guess. Rose and ivy vines, Grow below those walls now. And our love in twilight, Never saw the sun going down. Here beneath the moonlight, We can't sleep at all now. And the only comfort here, Is to say a sharp goodnight. A sharp goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight. A sharp goodnight, Goodnight, Goodnight. Cut the light.