My Wine-Depressive Age

There's a castle burning, fallen is the bridge There's a good smell inside, water will not switch So let it run in silence, let the flames their ways Sometimes you'll remember the smokie summerdays Celebration in a new day's dawn The line of black boxes march along Kiss their hands, don't wait to make a try To touch souls on journey to the sky - goodbye My wine talks to me, talks his voice for free Talks in things I see, in my fantasy Hurting down from fever deep below Pissdrop-silence in the new year snow I sense a warm ray, don't let it end Yellow snow is in my mouth and in my hand - I sense you, man My wine talks to me, talks his voice for free Talks in things I see, in my fantasy And all day it is the same I see Castles burning, hold the lights for me In the shadow, care to steer your flight You know spiders spin their cobwebs so tight - I fight, I die My wine talks to me, talks his voice for free Talks in things I see, in my fantasy My wine walks with me, where I go to be Walks and talks with me, in sick harmony