Wine

I was digging inside of my mind

to be a man of that kind

too much trouble making

too much love to tell

The great mountain stayed behind

after we have climbed

claiming to be the lord of

what we had been through

Your lips were harvest vine

to make the scarlet wine

was poured to feed my desire

was poured to feed my desire

Dream makers dream makers

Tell me where to find you

ease the pain of a fool

Dream makers dream makers