Death on the Vine

Stirrin' the pot

Stare as it thickens

Nights complexion deepens

'Til I'm no longer a witness

Times listening

I can't help my backwards ways

I speak before I think

Don't hold me to what I say

Veils lifted

The stars aligned

For your heart and mine

Then slowly dragged us to

Death on the vine

Death on the vine

All I ever knew was

Nothing grows

In yesterday's shadow, no

Winter's touch on my lips

I can't help my backwards ways

I wait around for God to bless

That child that had drifted

Veils lifted

The stars aligned

For your hеart and mine

Then slowly dragged us to

Dеath on the vine

Oh, death on the vine