Cigale Song

Use me, but you just can't make it right Now, sooth me and I'll meet you at midnight Heartache, the more that you taste of them wild (ooh...) Grapes, the more that you want them The mind makes more than you take from it It's a miracle, fool Move me, and we'll share the things we hide Now lose me, and we'll find ourselves in time Heartache, the more that you taste of them wild (ooh...) Grapes, the more that you want them The mind makes more than you take from it It's a miracle, fool Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody loves Right through me Loves to sooth me Heartache, the more that you taste of them wild (ooh...) Grapes, the more that you want them The mind makes more than you take from it It's a miracle, fool