[lyrics by Andrew Buller, tune by suno.com - created in Canterbury, Kent - 04/11/24] [short instrumental] drink (drink) drink (drink) drink (drink) drink (drink) [short instrumental] [chorus] let me pour you a drink (let me pour you a drink) and finally tell you what I really think (what I really think) drink up, and drink in and think [short instrumental] I'm pouring (I'm pouring) pouring out on the page rising through rage (rising through rage) coming of age they say it matures when you seal it inside but I don't think that this was meant for bottling left in a dark, damp whining cellar is it venting or vintage when the cork's released? swirling around in a globe-like glass it suddenly feels like the whole world's watching in a goldfish bowl of memory that I long to forget and learn from Dory and swim swim, swim to a different story (a different story) [short instrumental] [chorus] let me pour you a drink (let me pour you a drink) and finally tell you what I really think (what I really think) drink up, and drink in and think [short instrumental] is this drowning in drink or drinking in drowning? if only I could wave to the tourists on the beach and still bathe in their sun that feels so out of reach I am ninety per cent water no wonder I'm pouring out - pores craving giving back, all emotion to the waiting, embracing, silent ocean let's let the waves rrrroar as we pour, pour, pour that's what the beaches are really there for [short instrumental] [chorus] let me pour you a drink (let me pour you a drink) and finally tell you what I really think (what I really think) drink up, and drink in and think [short instrumental] I pour out the bullying in the loos I pour out the names and the playground chants I pour out the news and it's fearful headlines I pour out the darkness of that trip to France I pour out the loss of a daughter's hand and the desolation of a mother land I pour out the walls of the home I still miss and the broken cup I no longer kiss I pour out the fears of where you might faint and all of the voices that darken the paint I pour out the pigments from the tiring eyes that no longer remember why they cry [short instrumental] [chorus] let me pour you a drink (let me pour you a drink) and finally tell you what I really think (what I really think) drink up, and drink in and think [short instrumental] I pour out o pour out my drink drink offering it's only when I empty that God can start pouring what I truly need (what I truly need) I'll drink to that I'll drink to that