كلمات Vines

I lay down on a bed of fruit Fine black baubles from the liquor root Vines said, "Jack, gonna take your bones below" Boughs hung heavy with the poison charms Wrapped my body in their coiling arms Stained my vision with the purple juice we know Found my body on the stones below Watch out, Jack , there's a poison road below Wine welled up from the open ground Swept my body to a boiling sound That ground water came to wash my bones below I passed down through the darkest halls Came to my house, it had viney walls That ground water came to wash my bones below