As I'll run through time
I'll give you my wine
And as I'll give away what was never mine
In time
You shall accept this glass of wine
Because you can see my heart inside
There is my heart inside
some drops of my blood, of my divine
as I drained my veins in their weird intoxicating lullaby
before you drink my soul
seek with your blind eyes, inside this cup I give my all
(chorus)
Running in the wild
A shiny, skinny happy unexpected line
A wave of time
As we drink our last cup of wine
Look the animal inside us
It hides from as
I die
But still you find some time
to awaken it with the last cup of wine
Hold my hand as we walk among these trees
Tall pines between our lines…
Now our hearts became like twisting desperate drunk bees
Flying from flower to flower
As they wither
Slowly
Trying to catch the last dropp of happiness
As we sink our hearts in this last dropp of wine
Try to catch the last dropp of wine.
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