where I no longer feel that world of death, or fear, or sting
whisking my body washing, consoling, embracing me with firewater that
wanders my depths, heating my veins wholeheartedly consuming my
watered down dreams; wishing, trembling I call for more.
Warm shots in a glass whimsically, whisper to me, oh!
whisky, my love, carry me away we dance through the haze of
white-lightening breeze, enchanting my mind with silky ease
when you are inside we can be anything.