Lyrics: BAGMAN
Music: BAGMAN
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Cheap wine after midnight
Tastes like metal, tastes like blame
I drink it from a chipped glass
With your number still unchanged
The record skips in circles
The neighbour starts to shout
I turn the bass down gently
Like you might be sleeping now
The city has a fever
The room has lost its charm
I keep my jacket on because
I miss the weight of arms
Cheap wine after midnight
Red mouth, black sky
I say I am only tired
But I know that is a lie
Cheap wine after midnight
Soft light, hard truth
Every bottle opens easy
Till it opens into you
I do not want a rescue
I do not want advice
I want one impossible evening
With your head against the light
We would dance around the carpet
We would burn the frozen chips
You would steal the larger blanket
I would kiss your fingertips
Now the bottle catches streetlamps
Like a saint that lost its face
I am laughing at a message
That I never sent your way
Cheap wine after midnight
Red mouth, black sky
I say I am only tired
But I know that is a lie
Cheap wine after midnight
Soft light, hard truth
Every bottle opens easy
Till it opens into you
When the morning finds me useless
Let it find me still alive
With a song I barely finished
And a heart I did not hide