Bled Red Wine

The lost and found is back in my hometown.

Where a universe of sound amounts to dust on a shelf.

In a psychedelic hell souls pass by but cannot be held

One drink from the well romances all that falling out.Bloody Mary in the ground, back in my hometown

Under a mountain of doubt built up to settle down

Across the canal, the iron roads are running parallel

Toy wooden horses and summertime soldiers burning on that carousel.I heard through the grapevine that you were beautiful at the bar last night.

I hope you had a great time blushing while you bled red wine.