Marco's Blood is Chardonnay

He can’t figure out what to do with this love

All these years have nothing to show

He feels like he’s drowned in the darkness above

He can’t figure out how to tell her to go

My gosh, he can’t find his soul

Where did you hear it last Marco?

Marco’s blood is sweet like chardonnay

His love for her bleeds through the walls

I think she might leave, to his dismay

Oh man, he can’t find his tongue

Where did you see it last Marco?

Everything has gone sour Marco

But it’ll be alright, we’re all in these words

He can’t figure out how to sing with the wind

Every time he tries, the tears pour out

Why do the words feel like stabs?

If she sees him cry, she’ll scream and shout

Oh no, he can’t find his lamb

Where did you taste it last Marco?

Everything has gone sour Marco

But it’ll be alright, we’re all in these words