The taste of the ink When I print the ticket for our last drink Like a teardrop cocktail And music's gone Say good bye To the emptiness what made you cry Nothing to loose Will be singing the same blues Will if this day Our long lived secrect day Two song think true Anything that You Only you You Only you You Only you You Only you Will if this day Our long lived secret day To song think true And signen for a ride down your own street Your own street