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 ways
I wait around for God to bless
That child that had drifted
Veils lifted

The stars aligned
For your heart and minе
Then slowly dragged us to
Death on thе vine
Death on the vine