作曲 : Jonathan Gonzalez
Twelve little grapes without pips in my cup.
It's gonna be a good year, it's gonna be a ****-up.
Twelve little months that were grand in a way.
It's gonna be hard to smile, it's gonna be a long day.
Twelve little grapes without pips in my mouth.
It's gonna be a good year, it's gonna feed all my doubts.
Twelve little hours turned the solace to smoke.
It's gonna be a good year, I'm gonna be a big joke.
Again.
The hallway is way too cloaked, by acquaintances and laughter.
Like the sparkles when light explodes.
This is madness.
Thunderous joy and lightning heartache.
Twelve little counting down to a meaningless cheer.
I will make promises, making nothing more clear.
Twelve little steps from your door, I broke down.
It's gonna be a good year, hiding tears with a frown again.
The front door is way too close.
But you lead with resolution.
You will sparkle and I'll explode,
shortly after this the last kiss
I'll be dismissed with.
as the last warmth recedes.
as the last warmth recedes...
Oh twelve little grapes without pips in my cup.
It's gonna be a good year, it's gonna be a ****-up.