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