Vintage Grief

Lyrics: Shawn Yang Music: Shawn Yang Arranger: Shawn Yang Dust on the neck of the bottle Twenty years just to get to this table I’ m pulling the cork out slow Watching the red swirl in the crystal The room feels heavier tonight Than it did when he was still here We don’ t have to say a word The silence says it all for us Pour it up Let it breathe for a minute Take a sip Let the bitterness hit it Yeah, let it hit it Vintage grief on my tongue tonight Tasting like the things we never said Expensive wine for a cheap goodbye Leaving us with nothing left but lead Nothing left but lead One more glass for the road One more glass for the ghost Staring at the empty chair While the velvet rubs against my skin You’ re looking at the floorboards Tracing where the sunlight used to spin We’ re drinking the best we own ’ Cause the worst just happened today It’ s a long way down to the bottom But we’ re halfway there anyway Pour it up Let it breathe for a minute Take a sip Let the bitterness hit it Yeah, let it hit it Vintage grief on my tongue tonight Tasting like the things we never said Expensive wine for a cheap goodbye Leaving us with nothing left but lead Nothing left but lead One more glass for the road One more glass for the ghost Maybe it’ s better this way Dry and cold, no more play We’ re sitting in the wreckage Passing the bottle back and forth Back and forth, baby It doesn’ t fix a thing But it makes the weight feel worth it Vintage grief on my tongue tonight Tasting like the things we never said Expensive wine for a cheap goodbye Leaving us with nothing left but lead Nothing left but lead One more glass for the road One more glass for the ghost One more glass Let it breathe Yeah Twenty years in the bottle Gone in a single night Mmm- mmm Just one more glass For the ghost For the ghost Keep the change Yeah Slow So slow