Give her thunder, she craves wonder
Don’t abide in sobriety, she yearns for insanity

And in the light of day, as the rays caress her lines
Whisper to her what you’ve heard from the wines

Giver her thunder, she craves wonder
Don’t bestow ordinary, she demands folly

And in the midst of night, as the sky shadows her lines
Murmur at her what you’ve heard from the heavenly wines*

by lou