Talk to Treasure

The Fool Hardies - Talk To Treasure

Lean in closer, let the minutes pass

A haze of lies, a new alphabet

Smoky screens, and in-betweens

Whiskey Whispers of a dreamer's debt

You speak of dreams and all your schemes

Pour another, drown those whispers

Sharpen your words, but they fall flat

On a bet that's cold and crisper

Quit the chatter

Let's see some cash clatter

Where your little mouth blabber

Let's turn talk into treasure

Cheap talkers in their high chairs

Empty pockets, heavy stares

Lot’s of spending, but you can’t buy

Your poker face, can't fool my eye

Let's pour another, to toast our youth

In a room where the lies sound a lot like truth

Barstool stories, worn and weathered

Come on sweetheart, let’s make it better

Lay down your bets, and your smoky regrets

Barkeep's judgment, he never forgets

Hear the clink-clink, the glasses they chi-chime

With each coin drop, you're losing old time

Sober thoughts submerged in red wine

The truth's only borrowed, but the lies are all mine

Quit the chatter

Let's see some cash clatter

Underneath the swagger

Let's turn talk into treasure