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