Death On The Vine 歌词

Stirrin’ the pot Stare as it thickens Nights complexion deepens Till 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 Winters 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 heart and minе Then slowly dragged us to Death on thе vine Death on the vine