PART 2

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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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