Proud Simon 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.
