Merlot

There's a place that rains merlot Where the straw turns into gold And the ones that paint the roads Aren't the same that take them back There's a place that rains merlot onto newspaper ads Where the strangers know your name From the songs that you once sang But they don't let you change No, you won't get the chance There's a place that rains merlot onto newspaper ads And deep within the darkness it calls me But if I find that place, can I find peace? There's a place that rains merlot onto newspaper ads I don't wanna be all talk So I don't talk much Thoughts in a box construct A hot scimitar draws flush to the butter Like a lugged foot rushes to crush an anthill Drop like an anvil, lunge like a hand to the throat Like, I'm here to get some answers and go But I stick around Sand spills different now, faster Manifest to master, instant bows Snap then disavow Absent in a crowd, often aloof But stay on top of my story like I stay on the roof And in the city of music I'm racing with a quake to make waves then remain relatively elusive Cause in a sense, our innocence is in a state of senescence They'll find what wasn't dipped in The River Styx And poke it with a stick Which then begins the bitter drip home And the names that we know, stained in merlot There's a place that rains merlot Where the straw turns into gold And the ones that paint the roads Aren't the same that take them back There's a place that rains merlot onto newspaper ads Where the strangers know your name From the songs that you once sang But they don't let you change No, you won't get the chance There's a place that rains merlot onto newspaper ads