Brett Bixby - Spilling lyrics

Here we sit, you'd a thought That a bomb made of books and clothes and pocket things Had blown in my apartment Me and my guitar Oh how we've gone very far And now we're seated at the bar To drink what she is pouring Sometimes when she pours me to the top I think that I might be spilling Sometimes when I think that she won't stop I just hope she doesn't willing Armoured yellow pads No. 2's and battle plans All my maps are in my hands But I'm still lost Dream in colorfast Like running past a photograph Catch the moment if you can Before it's gone Sometimes when she pours me to the top I think that I might be spilling Sometimes when I think that she won't stop I just hope she does it over and over