**[Verse 1]** Chilly autumn night, invite by phone, “Just a few friends,” the Bergmanns say. Thomas grabs the Bordeaux, heads out the door, hands it over smiling: “This one’s for today!” Bergmann shelves it quick beside the vase, no one opens it, no one speaks a word. **[Chorus]** The bottle comes with, the bottle goes back home, some gifts are too damn good to give away. Red as blood, unopened, shining bright, end of the night – you take it home, no shame, no fight. The bottle comes with… yeah, the bottle comes with! **[Verse 2]** Roast and dumplings, cheap house wine flows, praise the food, chat, then “Time to go.” In the hallway he pauses, grabs it fast: “Doesn’t match the roast – see you next time!” **[Chorus]** The bottle comes with, the bottle goes back home, some gifts are too damn good to give away. Red as blood, unopened, shining bright, end of the night – you take it home, no shame, no fight. The bottle comes with… yeah, the bottle comes with! **[Outro – soft]** Home on the table, he cracks a beer and grins: “Some gifts you keep… the bottle always comes with.”
