(Slower tempo, heavy bass reverb, slow, steady heartbeat-like drum)
Welcome to the shop, yeah.
James is waiting in the shadows.
After five, the journey begins.
For the ones we lost, we drink.
We moving to Madingo wine when the sun goes down,
Ghostly figures walking through this quiet town.
Then to Sangria wine, before the bullet wine finds its mark,
We hide our heavy hearts within the dark.
Till we reach Obuase bitters with Aben Nusuo in hand,
Walking through the ashes of a broken land.
Trigger the memories with the Trigger wine,
Weeping for the days that were once so fine.
James’s wine shop, where the spirits flow,
Healing all the places where the sorrows grow.
From Abrebremu bitters to the Alomo blend,
Stories of the weary that were never told.
Oh, the night is long and the life is short,
We’re finding solace in this final port.
James knows the road, let him guide your soul,
Only the bottle can make the spirit whole.
Another flight to Whytehall, taste the chocolate blend,
Whytehall honey trying to make the broken mend.
See the Stand Fast Triple Wood standing on the shelf,
I’m a stranger looking at my former self.
The Blackrock wine, we strike with Striker wine,
Tracing the lines where the stars used to shine.
Slow Master pouring, let the silence speak,
For the strong are fallen and the brave are weak.
James’s wine shop, where the spirits flow,
Healing all the places where the sorrows grow.
From Abrebremu bitters to the Alomo gold,
Stories of the weary that were never told.
Oh, the night is long and the life is short,
We’re finding solace in this final port.
James knows the road, let him guide your soul,
Only the bottle can make the spirit whole.
Tonic wine waiting on the rooftop view,
Underneath a sky that’s turning midnight blue.
Castle Bridge standing like a lonely ghost,
We raise a glass to those who matter most.
Life is but a vapor, gone before we know,
Ask James the way he go show you the long journey with her .
Direct the path, yeah, he knows the way,
Through the deepest night to the break of day.
The Condor Peak, galaxy in a glass,
Watching all the seasons and the shadows pass.
James’s shop is calling, bring your lover near,
Whisper all your secrets, wash away the fear.
Celebrate life for the end is near,
No life beyond the veil, just the silence there.
Wine shop is calling, let the corks fly free,
Only the spirit brings the captive liberty.
James’s wine shop, where the spirits flow,
Healing all the places where the sorrows grow.
From Abrebremu bitters to the Alomo gold,
Stories of the weary that were never told.
Oh, the night is long and the life is short,
We’re finding solace in this final port.
James knows the road, let him guide your soul,
Only the bottle can make the spirit whole.
James is waiting... just for you.
After five, we walk the path.
Life is short, pour the wine.
Rest your head, leave the world behind.
(Fade out with lonely saxophone and sparse kick drum)