Verse 1 There’s a moment in the evening When the city starts to glow, Laughter floats above the glasses, And the sunset’s running slow. On the table, two reflections, Two stories side by side, Orange dreams of Venice calling, Copper whispers from the night. Chorus Spritz and Mule, two worlds collide, One’s a smile, the other hides. Raise your glass, choose your light, Bitter sweet or spiced with lime. Spritz and Mule, we’re both the same, Chasing joy with different names. Verse 2 He’s the prince of every terrace, Golden bubbles, simple grace. Born from laughter, born from sunlight, Every sip a warm embrace. Then she walks in — cool and daring, Ginger fire beneath her eyes, Copper shines beneath the candle, Where the midnight city lies. Chorus Spritz and Mule, two worlds collide, One’s a crowd, the other hides. Raise your glass, taste the rhyme, Sweet tradition, modern crime. Spritz and Mule, no one to blame, Every flavor plays the same. Bridge In the music and the motion, We’re all travelers of time, Mixing stories, mixing oceans, In a cocktail state of mind. Final Chorus (soft) Spritz and Mule, let them be, Past and future in harmony. When the night begins to cool, I’ll be you and you’ll be me — Spritz and Mule.
