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