Vine Song – Alas de Liona

Lyrics of Alas de Liona – Vine Song

Vine Song
The place where they grow the grapes
The vine tendrils on your face
I’m drunk falling into Jupiter
My dreams compress me with your atmosphere
And steps pressed into the vineyard ground
A crimson death shutting my defences down
Confess all your Sunday guilt to me
I can’t pretend we’ll ever know the remedy
I fight still, even when my guard is gone
I hold onto the ghost of anyone
Make believe yourself to me
Make believe yourself to me
Make believe yourself to me
To me
The arch balancing in stone
I pass through and on into the sweet unknown
Your mouth open like a chamber hall
A song of days hidden there until you call
And break all my crafted logic down
A net that captures me until I drown
In red stories of the grapes you grew
In debt to my dishonest dreams of you
I fight still, even when my guard is gone
I hold onto the ghost of anyone
Make believe yourself to me
Make believe yourself to me
Make believe yourself to me
To me