She sours up the wine
Brings the bitterness, delays the drunkenness
Ruining a perfectly good evening like it even matters
And when the night sky comes
And the dark, damp air of a sober evening calls
It will be her phone that rings
With the everlasting affection of a man
Drunk with a thirst never meant for quenching
Brilliantly, seductively, she moves through the mind
Like a silk sheet flowing in the wind
So gracefully, so carelessly
And it burns to think that the wind travels away
Taking with it a memory of a time that never happened
She sours up the wine
But I keep drinking

Dreams in the evening, nightmares the whole night through
And when love comes floating back
No one can see it but me
I bleed love, sweat regret
And every word spoken is a cry for something more
Silence falls forward and, Jesus, can these demons hold their liquor
I’m drunk on you