Secrets On Ice

[Verse 1]
The ice makes a sound like a slow, sad goodbye
He sees all the reasons they don't have to try
Just a polish of glass and a tilt of his head
For the words left hanging, the ones never said

[Chorus]
He keeps all the ghosts in the gin on the shelf
Every whisper he hears, he locks in himself

[Verse 2]
There’s a writer who sold his best chapter for rent
And a lover whose letters were all returned, never sent
They drink to forget or remember the sting
While the piano man makes the old memories sing

[Bridge]
He just pours out the silence, the burn, and the proof
Each glass is a secret, each patron a truth

[Outro]
Last call for the stories nobody will tell