Poisoned Toast

The ice is melting in your glass

Istanbul breathes behind the glass

You talk of secrets,

trade and lies

While I just read your heavy eyes (mmmm)

Watch the gold, watch the band

The heavy ring upon my hand

One gentle tilt, a quiet sigh

Under the cold Turkish sky

Your glass is empty,

mine is full

I watch the slow,

magnetic pull

You touch my wrist,

you think you've won

But my long game is almost done

Watch the gold, watch the band

The heavy ring upon my hand

One gentle tilt, a quiet sigh

Under the cold Turkish sky

It takes a second,

maybe two Before the venom speaks to you No anger here,

just quiet grace An empty chair,

a ghost-like trace (shhh)

Goodbye, my friend