Текст песни 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.