David Keenan - Altar Wine lyrics
[David Keenan - Altar Wine lyrics]
I'm just like my mother, she sighed
Only she hides it better
I see colours in words
I'll draw pictures for you
Come hear me speak about my longings
All my goodness, all my cruelty
When was the last time I cried?
Truth be told I can't remember
There was once a man who loved me
He was older, he left a scar
And a book about an angel
Who made her way back home to God
I still think about him sometimes
Running my finger up it's spine
May he fall into a well
He left me old before my time
So I'm writing this here song
Out on a sick bag just for you
In the hopes that in the process
I might conjure up a few scenarios
Filled with old ghosts
Who wander round dressed in your clothes
Come over here you fucked up muse
Read me Sassoon
Out of your head on altar wine
She paused for air, she bit her lip
Picked the candle, struck the match
The smoke, the flame, the glow
The Persian curtains start to dance
Fix your eyes upon this mirror
Let me grab my spirit level
Swear you'll keep me safe forever
Tell the truth and shame the devil
So I'm writing this here song
Out on a sick bag just for you
In the hopes that in the process
I might conjure up a few scenarios
Filled with old ghosts
Who wander round dressed in old suit's
Busy trying to compose
Other anthems for doomed youth
And the coin toss will decide
Who's taking home the virgin bride
Who knit's a dress of golden silk
For you to dance through gold and milk
I swapped the key for the long spade
Made Areto dig her own grave
Come over here you fucked up muse
Read me Sassoon
Out of your head on altar wine
Out of your head on altar wine
Only she hides it better
I see colours in words
I'll draw pictures for you
Come hear me speak about my longings
All my goodness, all my cruelty
When was the last time I cried?
Truth be told I can't remember
There was once a man who loved me
He was older, he left a scar
And a book about an angel
Who made her way back home to God
I still think about him sometimes
Running my finger up it's spine
May he fall into a well
He left me old before my time
So I'm writing this here song
Out on a sick bag just for you
In the hopes that in the process
I might conjure up a few scenarios
Filled with old ghosts
Who wander round dressed in your clothes
Come over here you fucked up muse
Read me Sassoon
Out of your head on altar wine
She paused for air, she bit her lip
Picked the candle, struck the match
The smoke, the flame, the glow
The Persian curtains start to dance
Fix your eyes upon this mirror
Let me grab my spirit level
Swear you'll keep me safe forever
Tell the truth and shame the devil
So I'm writing this here song
Out on a sick bag just for you
In the hopes that in the process
I might conjure up a few scenarios
Filled with old ghosts
Who wander round dressed in old suit's
Busy trying to compose
Other anthems for doomed youth
And the coin toss will decide
Who's taking home the virgin bride
Who knit's a dress of golden silk
For you to dance through gold and milk
I swapped the key for the long spade
Made Areto dig her own grave
Come over here you fucked up muse
Read me Sassoon
Out of your head on altar wine
Out of your head on altar wine