Birds-eye view of the sun might set tomorrow
So very reminiscent of yesterday
One drink after another
Dreamers stumble and catch each other
A saving grace
A saving grace
Something tells me it might be a long night
Cabernet vision
Mouths wide
Spin me around
Sobering wind
Oh, so beautiful
Breach these walls
By storm
By storm
Best of luck on your current abduction
Though I must warn
I'm willing to leave
Playing astronomer in empty skies
I fancy myself a stringless kite
Something tells me it might be a long night
Cabernet vision
Mouths wide
Wake me when this motorized roller ride comes to an end
Breach these walls
By storm
By storm
Best of luck on your current abduction
Though I must warn
I'm willing to leave