Death on the Vine

Stirrin' the pot Stare as it thickens Nights complexion deepens 'Til I'm no longer a witness Times listening I can't help my backwards ways I speak before I think Don't hold me to what I say Veils lifted The stars aligned For your heart and mine Then slowly dragged us to Death on the vine Death on the vine All I ever knew was Nothing grows In yesterday's shadow, no Winter's touch on my lips I can't help my backwards ways I wait around for God to bless That child that had drifted Veils lifted The stars aligned For your hеart and mine Then slowly dragged us to Dеath on the vine Oh, death on the vine