Uploaded August 2012 | Updated September 2026, 11 hours ago
LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION youtube.com/channel/UCPOgLr4j-HLYexYC8rqE73Q
A cover of my friend Les Actons Song. The story of a man`s regrets about a failed long term relationship.
I spend the evening with the heroes The ones who sing their songs and play guitars
The ones who dissipate my sorrows they help me pass the empty hours
Now the whisky bottle is getting lower and smoke fills the empty air
And I swear that the clocks are ticking slower I don`t look at their faces I don`t dare.
I dread the brightness of the morning, cause the light brings back memories of you
The first rays of sun bring the warning, that the pain will soon come flooding through
Now the whisky bottle is empty, and it rolls from the table to the floor
And all of the heroes are silenced, as the light shows through the crack beneath the door
Dark clouds are gathering in the distance Theres a rumble of thunder in the sky
I sit and wait for the storm to break and alone I will live the lie
The lie is that I don`t need you, The lie is that I never cared
The lie is I do not miss you the truth is in my despair
I spend my evening with the heroes The ones who sing their songs and play guitars
The ones who dissipate my sorrows they help me pass the empty hours
LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION youtube.com/channel/UCPOgLr4j-HLYexYC8rqE73Q
A cover of my friend Les Actons Song. The story of a man`s regrets about a failed long term relationship.
I spend the evening with the heroes The ones who sing their songs and play guitars
The ones who dissipate my sorrows they help me pass the empty hours
Now the whisky bottle is getting lower and smoke fills the empty air
And I swear that the clocks are ticking slower I don`t look at their faces I don`t dare.
I dread the brightness of the morning, cause the light brings back memories of you
The first rays of sun bring the warning, that the pain will soon come flooding through
Now the whisky bottle is empty, and it rolls from the table to the floor
And all of the heroes are silenced, as the light shows through the crack beneath the door
Dark clouds are gathering in the distance Theres a rumble of thunder in the sky
I sit and wait for the storm to break and alone I will live the lie
The lie is that I don`t need you, The lie is that I never cared
The lie is I do not miss you the truth is in my despair
I spend my evening with the heroes The ones who sing their songs and play guitars
The ones who dissipate my sorrows they help me pass the empty hours
