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**[Intro – soft, almost affectionate]**
Drink slower this time…
The bottle looks the same.
**[Hook]**
I still pour the night in gold for you
But the gold runs thinner, darker too
I call you rare, I call you true
Then watch the light drain out of you
Souring wine, souring wine, the glass still full
You taste the change but blame the room
You drink the light I made for you
And never see the rust inside the glow
**[Verse 1]**
I used to carve your face into the glass
Now I let the cracks stay where they land
The galaxies I served still warm with blood
Have cooled into a paste that coats the tongue
My hands still reach, but now they leave a chill
Where once they burned the hollow places shut
My voice still slides, but honey turns to grit
The prayer that stayed now scrapes on the way down
I still press crowns against your open chest
But the metal’s colder, heavier, less kind
You notice something missing in the tide
Yet keep your mouth open for the next pour
**[Hook]**
I still pour the night in gold for you…
Souring wine, souring wine, the glass still full…
**[Verse 2]**
I learned the shape of every soft complaint
Then turned each one into a quiet blade
I speak the language of your lonely nights
But leave the sentences unfinished now
The throne of compliments still stands
Yet half the steps have vanished underneath
Every “forever” lands a little late
While the chains adjust to fit more tight
You smile into the banquet of my eyes
And wonder why the knives feel closer than before
**[Bridge – almost whispered, blues slide weeping]**
This is how it turns…
Not with a slam.
With a slight shift of the plate.
With a feast that still looks perfect
until the second swallow.
**[Final Hook – slower, voices overlapping and fraying]**
I still pour the night in gold for you
But the gold runs thinner, darker too
You still believe the feast is yours
While the table starts to take its share…
Souring wine…
Souring wine…
Drink, my love.
The night is longer now.
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Ashonedge
