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
