Vintage Wine

Waking up from this dream

See you fade from my view

Now you're gone

Although I still remember



I felt a strange desire

I felt a strange desire

You were like vintage wine

However not for long



It must have been

A frantic fit of madness

When I followed you

Into the bliss of darkness

Now I stand alone

Feeling is gone

Feeling is gone

Pride is taking hold

I regain control

I watch the drops of rain

On my window pane

And I smile as I find

I don't need no wine

Nothing more to say

This dream is over

This dream is over

This dream is over

This dream is over