Under a Winestained Moon 가사

Socrates drank the hemlock Perhaps he didn't mind the taste I guess it was a noble gesture Of maybe it was just a waste By the blue Aegean Like an ancient tune Dreams of Mycenaean heroes Under a winestained moon You've got this impulsive nature Maybe you were born that way Sometimes it leads you into danger Sometimes you can make it pay One a night like this one Fly a red balloon On an endless beach of summer Under a winestained moon You know that I'll be waiting for you Even when I'm frail and old With hands that shake my wine glass And skin like hammered gold Hear the water lapping Like a drunk bassoon Beach umbrellas flapping somewhere Under a winestained moon.