Cheap champagne, it trickles down my spine
Still clinging to the tree branches, into gold
Where everyone spent their time in nothing but mirth
Silvery voices cry
Over mountains bold
The spark is gone that was once alight
But I recall when times were much worse
She kisses the golden ring, embittered taste
Raised her cup and kissed her *****
They soon cleared a space round me, all seeming dismayed
Around my shoulders as they toss me back and forth
They hemmed in and direct their guns at my head
Soon to be dancing with green rings in the shore
Malevolence or serendipity lies ahead