So the story goes,
like starlit ambrosia
sweet ice wine
in the comfort of your walls
you will be just fine
you will be just fine…..
You left me alone in a house by the river
It was cold up there, my life was a shiver
I brought open heart, and you took it, your toll
Now I know, baby,
how cold….
how cold....
how cold those northern winds blow.
Across frozen tarmac, I boarded the plane,
turmoil inside guided steady gate,
The only way to walk and not to shake,
Was to breath, following thought, following grace, grant me grace!
Sorrow; it raked its claws thru my life
And I took flight, into the unknown night.
Sometimes this is just the way that we grow...
So the story goes,
like starlit ambrosia
sweet ice wine
in the comfort of your walls
you will be just fine
you will be just fine…..
wash it out, and fill it up,
I'll toast to the passing!
drink it down as you pass it round,
the sweetness is gone from the grapes this year....
bitter brew brewing in this town,
just who is doing what has yet to go down...
bitter brews, drunken late with haste,
stumbling home waste, I can see your face in all my emptyness...
wet morning dew
I can't, but remember that I miss you....
bitter, it destroys the taste, but cuts the mind
clearing up thoughts to be undermined, combined, intertwined.
If we kept at it, we'd be doing just fine...
But anyways,
If you keep at it, you'll do just fine....
just keep in mind...
too hot, too long, runs out of steam
an empty kettle awaiting a scream
so the story goes,
like starlit ambrosia
sweet ice wine
in the comfort of your walls
you will be just fine
you will be just fine
I wished you here,
and you wished me well
the truth in those words
and down love fell
down, down, down, love fell,
down, down, down love fell.
