Something In the Wine
I think there must be something in the water
My eyes seem to be flooding in the rain
And if there's nothing in the water there is something in the wine
I'm telling myself stories that I swore I'd left behind
Is it really such a mystery
That a favourite living enemy should come back to me
From the ashes of a memory?
It just doesn't seem right
There must be something in the wine
The history books are rising from the flame
The pages filled with your forgotten name
I'm mesmerised by memories of battles that we waged
Who said you could come back here rattling my cage?
Is it really such a mystery
That a favourite living enemy should come back to me
From the ashes of a memory?
It just doesn't seem right
There must be something in the wine
But while I'm lucid there'll be no more abuses
While I'm lucid there'll be no more excuses
There is no final happiness to capture
And there isn't going to be a final chapter
But I swear there must be something in the water
Or something in the wine
I think there must be something in the water
My eyes seem to be flooding in the rain
And if there's nothing in the water there is something in the wine
I'm telling myself stories that I swore I'd left behind
Is it really such a mystery
That a favourite living enemy should come back to me
From the ashes of a memory?
It just doesn't seem right
There must be something in the wine
Oh it doesn't seem right
There must be something in the wine
My eyes seem to be flooding in the rain
And if there's nothing in the water there is something in the wine
I'm telling myself stories that I swore I'd left behind
Is it really such a mystery
That a favourite living enemy should come back to me
From the ashes of a memory?
It just doesn't seem right
There must be something in the wine
The history books are rising from the flame
The pages filled with your forgotten name
I'm mesmerised by memories of battles that we waged
Who said you could come back here rattling my cage?
Is it really such a mystery
That a favourite living enemy should come back to me
From the ashes of a memory?
It just doesn't seem right
There must be something in the wine
But while I'm lucid there'll be no more abuses
While I'm lucid there'll be no more excuses
There is no final happiness to capture
And there isn't going to be a final chapter
But I swear there must be something in the water
Or something in the wine
I think there must be something in the water
My eyes seem to be flooding in the rain
And if there's nothing in the water there is something in the wine
I'm telling myself stories that I swore I'd left behind
Is it really such a mystery
That a favourite living enemy should come back to me
From the ashes of a memory?
It just doesn't seem right
There must be something in the wine
Oh it doesn't seem right
There must be something in the wine
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Writer(s): Helen Claire Lawson
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