Sweetest Wine

Now when you call, I'm happy

To hear your voice

But the shame of how we scorned your name

Carried blame as if you saw a choice

Now the shadows grow to greet me

And change my voice

For the years I took it all in vain

They carried me through life, rejoice

Is it not the sweetest wine

That fills my glass with sun's decline?

We always think we have more time

So come on, wither on the vine

Last night felt like I was swimming

Beneath your voice

Coming up for breath, I surfaced

And dropped the things that hurt the most

Is it not the sweetest wine

That fills my glass with sun's decline?

We always think we have more time

So come on, wither on the vine

Is it not the sweetest wine

That fills my glass with sun's decline?

We always think we have more time

So come on, wither on the vine