Wine Tasting!

Shrine!

[Intro] (Sound of a car door slamming and an engine turning over) (A soft, lo-fi guitar melody begins to ripple) (Spoken, low voice: “Forget the map. Just drive until you smell the salt.”) (Drums kick in: a steady, heartbeat-like thud) (Harmony: Ooh, the night is young... ooh...) (The music swells as the guitar gets brighter, leading directly into the first line...)

[Verse 1] The sun pulled a disappearing act behind the pines Leaving us with nothing but the stars and the gas station wine We hopped the chain-link fence, silent as a ghost Found our spot on the top row, the place I love the most Aluminum is cold, but the bottle’s getting warm Just two silhouettes waiting for the midnight storm.

[Chorus] And we’re dancing under the moonlight Shadows stretching long across the grass Drinking wine in the bleachers Watching every heavy moment pass From the high school steel to the ocean reach Ended with the salt air—sex on the beach Yeah, we’re burning up the night.

[Verse 2] The engine’s humming low as we chase the shoreline down Leaving all the static of this sleepy little town Sand in my floorboards, shoes tossed in the back The tide is pulling in, and the sky is turning black We don’t need a rhythm, we don’t need a floor Just the crashing of the waves and a little bit more.

[Bridge] The world feels small from the edge of the coast Toast to the memories that haunt us the most One more sip, one more spin in the dark Leaving our footprints, leaving our mark.

[Chorus] Dancing under the moonlight Shadows stretching long across the grass Drinking wine in the bleachers Watching every heavy moment pass From the high school steel to the ocean reach Ended with the salt air—sex on the beach Yeah, we’re burning up the night.

[Outro] (Moonlight... wine... sand...) Just keep the record spinning. Until the sun finds us again.

Hallow!
Hallow!

Industrial Pop, Dark Wave, Witch House, male