Blood Like Wine

How long since I got some sleep How long since she grew her hair to keep The night from getting colder for The owl living upon her shoulder 'Cause one way or the other she will drink my blood like wine The only question left is whether that day the horns will sound And one way or the other it will keep me dragging on For hell knows how long And now the carnival band is gone This land reaching from the riverside where it begins to the hour where it ends It belongs to me or at least that's what she pretends And one way or the other she will drink my blood like wine The only question left is whether that day the horns will sound And one way or the other it will keep me dragging on For hell knows how long Like the oldest was sent ahead of the other In the middle of a small town where everybody sleeps with friend and enemy one after the other Yeah baby that's where we were born for each other Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways To choose a mood and have it replaced Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways To choose a mood and have it replaced Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways To choose a mood and have it replaced Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways To choose a mood and have it replaced Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways To choose a mood and have it replaced Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways To choose a mood and have it replaced Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways To choose a mood and have it replaced