pela cochlea: Melody Gardot - Burying my troubles

Burying my troubles 
In another glass of wine 
Swallowing my worries away 

Bear in mind tomorrow 
Is another day of sorrow 
That only makes me think of yesterday


 So I'm burying my troubles In another cup of gin 
Throwing down like water in the road 
Running over memories 
Falling down upon my knees