Slow Sips

Way back Way back when we lost track The weeds grow through our walls now And flowies (flowers) don't stand tall Slow sips Slow sips of your wine dear I don't want your honesty I can't take much more When he holds onto you Does he hold you tight I cut from that blade To suffer at night The turn of the leaf The moment that's gone For searching for right When nothing was wrong We counted the nights As they turned to blue You want me to wait Keep waiting for you So waiting's what I'll do Maybe You got caught up with Trying to be A part of your everyday And that's how it must stay When he holds onto you Does he hold you tight I cut from that blade To suffer at night The turn of the leaf The moment that's gone For searching for right When nothing was wrong We counted the nights As they turned to blue You want me to wait Keep waiting for you So waiting's what I'll do Do-o-o Do-o-o Do-o-o When he holds onto you Does he hold you tight I cut from that blade To suffer at night The turn of the leaf The moment that's gone For searching for right When nothing was wrong We counted the nights As they turned to blue You want me to wait Keep waiting for you And waiting's what I'll do