The Skies Are Full Of... Wine?
H. Gebhardt
when the days get short,and the northern light plays with my mind
sometimes I wonder if it's true that the skies are really full of wine
and then I picture how it all would feel if it would rain on me someday
I'll walk the hedge,and jump the mile
and live my life like it was going out of style
and I would lose myself,if that was what it took
to make it all worthwhile.
you know I tell myself if I could try again I wouldn't change a thing
and laugh at all mistakes,regrets and everything
and then I miss you,and the things we used to do
and I smile a little while
I'll walk the hedge,and jump the mile
and live my life like it was going out of style
and I would lose myself,if that was what it took
to make it all worthwhile.
