Mulled wine running through my veins,
But now it has a different taste.
In winter it was sweet and sour, but today I can’t feel its power.
The dizziness went another way
Not mixing with my head.
I can feel it against my skin,on my body
The warmth is still there. It just has a different way.
Mulled wine is a dangerous thing, not letting me drink anything.
Like a poison grabbing my soul, looking for a deeper hole.
I know I can't take too much cuz winter will come and I will never cope.
Not this time, not again cant let in this pain, cuz I know the red liquor will devour my brain.
The orange will fall apart, and cinnamon won't save it tonight.
It's addictive, I know, other drinks are telling me to say “NO”.
But the wine got stuck in my eyes, won't let it reach my heart.