Lyrics Pink Champagne - Steve Grand

Pink Champagne

Now I can’t say for sure, I would have died that day on the beach
Vodka in a brown bag, «please no police,» these boys are takin' care of me
Woke up in a stranger’s bed, nah, «Did we have sex?»
break in a cold sweat
Follow the clothes I left, like breadcrumbs, to the back door
We were sipping pink champagne, pink-pink champagne all nice
Just tramps living for that wild goose chase, wild-wild goose chase that’s
right (pink)
So if you’re down to hang, down-down to hang that’s fine
This life is ours to take, ours-ours to take tonight (pink)
And I, I’m sailing away
In the wake of that pink champagne
We’ll drink it down 'till we feel nothing
But pink champagne
In those days I would black out daily, just to numb myself from all the crazy
Even if for just temporary, these blogs are ripping me apart again
And I, I wish that was of bigger problems, glass half full?
Nah, maybe solve 'em
Glass now empty, pour a round, 'till we find a feeling worth living for
We were sipping pink champagne, pink-pink champagne all nice (glowing like a
neon sign)
Just tramps living for that wild goose chase, wild-wild goose chase that’s
right (lighting up like the fourth of July)
So if you’re down to hang, down-down to hang that’s fine («everything will be
alright»)
This life is ours to take, ours-ours to take tonight (if it feels good,
it’s probably worth the lie)
And I, I’m sailing away
In the wake of that pink champagne
We’ll drink it down 'till we feel nothing
But pink champagne
And I, I’m fading away
Catch a wave to our sweet escape
In paradise may it always rain
That pink champagne
So congratulations, you got to see just what you came for
But was it everything you thought it would be?
Passively cheering on my decay?
Watching me writhe as the vines of my own words strangled me tighter.
You like that dark and that ugly that I harbor?
I’ll raise this glass for you, Mother Fucker
We were sipping pink champagne, pink-pink champagne all nice (glowing like a
neon sign)
Just tramps living for that wild goose chase, wild-wild goose chase that’s
right (lighting up like the fourth of July)
So if you’re down to hang, down-down to hang that’s fine («everything will be
alright»)
This life is ours to take, ours-ours to take tonight (if it feels good,
it’s probably worth the lie)
And I ain’t so young anymore
I’m so tired and sore
Still this war just keeps raging on inside me
And we may not live through this storm
'Till our bodies wash up on shore
This war will keep raging on!
And I, I’m sailing away (I ain’t so young anymore)
In the wake of that pink champagne (I'm so tired and sore)
We’ll drink it down 'till we feel nothing (Still this war)
But pink champagne (Just keeps raging on inside me)
And I, I’m fading away (And we may not live through this war)
Catch a wave to our sweet escape ('Till out bodies wash up on shore)
In paradise may it always rain (This war)
That pink champagne (Will keep raging on!)