Passing time with talks of red wine But I don't even drink! You won't even take this as a metaphor Guess that's just another reason why Your words find a home in my mind Labels, types, grapes and vines Time fly's in your presence like a child in awe of a war time story It's not like I care about a single word but I'm a connoisseur I hang on every verse you've ever spoken I love the gestures you make Your hands dance you stumble your words you go red faced I'm sick of writing songs about the downsides Writing songs about sad boys with broken hearts Red wines good for that it can ease the pain, cover all the *** holes in your vains But I don't even drink I don't think the wines to blame One day you'll catch me smiling and you'll wonder why I'll have the littlest details on my mind of time forgotten but I won't mind and the talks of labels, types, Grape's and vines