[Intro – both, overlapping whispers] (Her) There’s danger in a perfect pour. (Him) There’s truth that tastes like something more. (Both) Raise your glass — pretend we’re fine. (Her) One last drink, one final line. ⸻ [Verse 1] (Him) The Governor grins, the night behaves, A toast for saints and secret graves. (Her) You play the part, I play the muse, We both know what we stand to lose. (Both) The masks are gold, the eyes are grey, The lies are dressed for holiday. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 1 – together] We toast to grace, we toast to sin, The poison’s where the truth begins. ⸻ [Chorus 1 – call & response + harmonies] (Her) Raise your glass — don’t hesitate. (Him) Every sinner learns too late. (Both) Sweet champagne and quiet crime, One sip closer to the line. (Her) Raise your glass — the world won’t know. (Him) Let the guilty roses grow. ⸻ [Verse 2] (Her) Your shadow bends, your voice deceives, A trick of love the night believes. (Him) You watch me fall, but you don’t flinch, You never lose — you never winch. (Both) The music hums, the whispers bloom, There’s perfume mixed with pending doom. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus 2 – alternating lines, then unison] (Him) The truth’s a toast we never spoke. (Her) The vow’s a chain that never broke. (Both) The crown forgives, the night forgets — But no one leaves with no regrets. ⸻ [Chorus 2 – duet blend, fuller percussion + strings] (Her) Raise your glass — don’t look away. (Him) One will fall before the day. (Both) Silver tongues and borrowed grace, Every truth wears someone’s face. (Her) Raise your glass — the dice are cast. (Him) Every heartbeat drinks the past. ⸻ [Bridge – tension, then soft confession] (Her) You said forever — I believed. (Him) You poured the glass, I was deceived. (Her) A spark of gold, a glance, a breath… (Both) We drink to life — and call it death. ⸻ [Final Chorus – soaring, layered harmonies, dramatic lift] (Her) Raise your glass — and take your part. (Him) The night won’t tell who crossed the heart. (Both) Sweet champagne and quiet crime, One sip closer to the line. (Her) Raise your glass — to what’s begun. (Him) We all play God — but only one. (Both) Raise your glass — the truth won’t last, The poison smiles… and drains the glass.
