Bloodwine

In our backyard

Dancing alone

In a barbarian way

Having the neighbours watch me

Getting grousy mudfeet

Because of you

But don’t get me wrong



In our bedroom

Shortly after midnite

I steal all the blankets

Build a house to live in

I’m a spiritual indian

Singing my song

But don’t get me wrong



All the bottles in your fridge

I could never touch

All the lament over this

I would never hush



Cigaretto peace sign

Turns the dime again



All the bottles in your fridge

I could never touch

All the lament over this

I would never hush



My arms froze off in November

My legs I lost in the sea

My head fell off in a boys dream

My heart

The wine

Still me