Heâs burning like a fire on a dark street A fall of feet falls short of me And heâs tearing after youth and fresh meat Because he needs, because he needs, because he Needs
Oh you wintered well til vineyardâs bloom You come around less and you leave too soon Thereâs no more warmth in your red Your grace is gone
For a fleeting frame, your eyes so glazed and green are all I see And with your flight I felt the night return to me For a fleeting frame, your eyes so glazed and green are all I see And with your flight I felt the night return to me And swallow you like I couldnât do