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