For some, the world is made to be drunk
The tears of yesterday, and tomorrow
Mingle, a wine deepening into dust
And every day we place
A fresh heart on the altar
And grieve for the lifeless body that falls.
For some, the world is made to be drunk
The tears of yesterday, and tomorrow
Mingle, a wine deepening into dust
And every day we place
A fresh heart on the altar
And grieve for the lifeless body that falls.