Summers approach a farwell kiss.
Bourban erased the reason and somehow im left with is nothing but this.
We danced the night gave no thought to the day.
Times washed us clean now all has but drifted away.

Trapt emotions a well went dry.
Magic in moments the time mispent.
A well placed thought is but a fermented lie.

You view in but seldom see the truth behind this stage.
Paths crossed now directions needed.
A vintage year and a tender age.

It's burn a thirst to quench ive now lost track.
Ive drown for to long ive no reason to ever look back.