The Wine of Words
At the feet of the golden calf
Learning fairy tales by heart
Not the first and not the last
To drink the wine of words.
With a needle and a knife
You can cut holes in the night
Some will die to prove there's life
Beyond the wine of words.
The wine of words is used
To capture and confuse
To comfort Romeos
When there's blood upon the rose, upon the rose.
On a prison wall I read
All the streets are paved with lead
Trust your heart and not your head
Beware the wine of words,
Scratches on a stone
By a hand from long ago, long ago.
If you inspire the fire of love
Until your heart cries out enough
Oh and you turn inside the fire
Hearing those words, drunk on their wine.
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At the feet of the golden calf
Learning fairy tales by heart
Not the first and not the last
To drink the wine of words
Waiting for the day
All the words are blown away,
Blown away, blown away,
Blown away, blown away...
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