Chablis

In themes of finery and ice With age I come around to kinder forms of madness Strange and sweet imaginings What glass can be weathered and hold onto its edges? Centre the eye with the thread Your armor is loosening And in your swaying lean of life Another morsel taps your glory from the finish line Shame the way you let it die Just like the count of days in time is only ever one I keep your grid of chances fine just so that no wrong can be done I'm only offering what's mine and there's another shun You like to say your spirit's fine, well turn the other one What's lost can be measured But what sense is there in it? Centre your mind out of red Your calm is elusive yet An ironic twist, feels brighter now Rope's limitless, tied light and round Being honest I'd rather shout An ironic twist Rope's limitless Be honest And still you're only looking for a way out A eulogy of blame, you'll never back down And loving you is leaving you this way now