Cotes du Rhone

An icicle spills in the mouth of the birdhouse
A nest of egg shells left inside
The sun wobbles and sets as I make a few phone calls
Then it's time for me to go, I hope I can say goodbye

Yes, you really did it good this time
Finally with the phony false alarm
I just heard from Alex, his voice haggard and haunted
He said, “They pulled the plug this morning, just like you wanted”

Côtes du Rhône, Côtes du Rhône
I’ve been squeezed by the grape and its darkened my tongue
You always swore you [ ] and run
But the truth is a bitch, so I guess I'm drowning some
Drowning some in cheap Côtes du Rhône

You can tell it was Christmas by the floor of green needles
All that crumpled in ripped paper ribbons and bows
Suppose your sail was clipped by the wing of an albatross
So down with the ship, the captain goes

Yeah, there are things we all know, but still never notice
The shadow unstitched the cry of a locust
I know you spun your last yarn, no one there to receive it
I'll drink this whole bottle before I believe it

Côtes du Rhône, Côtes du Rhône
There is some grit at the bottom and it’s bitter on my tongue
Sing along, it's an old song
The truth may be murky, but its darkest before dawn
So I'm chasing the mystery down with Côtes du Rhône
Chasing the mystery down

Prost, salut, so long
Have some mercy and some Côtes du Rhône
Prost, salut and so long

Have mercy
Have mercy