Lyrics

I let my hair down
I'm covered in the mud
And I left the speaker on
But I can't hear a sound
I like the way you talk
The way you get around
Reminds me of a secret place
Where the clocks stop turnin round.
All these memories fillin my head clouding my judgment
Tip-toe on quicksand to you's redundant
Shoulda got cleared of you when I had the chance
With that Holy Wine.
I get my toes wet
Wrapped up in your words
And I'll take the hit
When the stars meet the earth
I like the way you touch
Like feathers on my skin
Flyin through a cloudy night
Where all the noise disappears
All these memories fillin my head cloudin my judgement
Tip-toe on quicksand to you's redundant
Shoulda got cleared of you when I had the chance
With that Holy Wine.
I left the light on
To find my way back home
Now tangled in your promises
Will I ever get back in
I like the way you play
The devils advocate
And catch me like a fallen dove
Who's broken wing has been clipped
All these memories fillin my head cloudin my judgment
Tip-toe on quicksand to you's redundant
Shoulda got cleared of you when I had the chance
With that Holy Wine
Memories fillin my head cloudin my judgment
Tip-toe on quicksand to you's redundant
Shoulda got cleared of you when I had the chance
With that Holy Wine.