Death on the Vine

Stirrin’ the pot

Stare as it thickens nights complexion deepens

Till 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

Winters touch on my lips

I can’t help my backwards way

I Wait around for god to bless the child that has drifted Veils lifted

The stars aligned

For your heart and mine

Then slowly dragged us to

Death on the vine

Death on the vine