New Wine

No surprises here
There's nothing more predictable than fear
We haven't changed much
Since "you will not surely die from just a touch"

Let the dead rhythms ring
We have always turned the world into a thing
And the shadow makes its haste
Like a thief who knows his running is a waste

New wine
In old skin
Is gonna take time
To break in
The old sign
At the dead end
Is where the next life
Begins
With new wine

Sleep is coming soon
Bitter sleep under a grief-stricken moon
If you refuse her when she comes
Then you will never be among the waking ones

New wine
In old skin
Is gonna take time
To break in
The old sign
At the dead end
Is where the next life
Begins

And I've tried
To come by
That morning
A million other ways
But new wine

And the shadow makes its haste
And the shadow makes its haste
Let the shadow make its haste



Credits
Writer(s): Drew Miller
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