Blood Like Wine

How long

since I got some sleep.

How long

since she grew her hair to keep

the night from getting colder for

the owl living upon her shoulder.

One way or the other

she will drink my blood like wine.

The only question left is

whether that day the horns will sound.

One way or the other

it will keep me dragging on,

for hell knows how long.

Now the carnival band is gone.

This land,

reaching from the riverside where it begins

to the hour where it ends,

it belongs to me

or at least that's what she pretends.

One way or the other

she will drink my blood like wine.

The only question left is

whether that day the horns will sound.

One way or the other

it will keep me dragging on,

for hell knows how long.

Like the oldest was sent ahead of the other,

in the middle of a small town where everybody sleeps

with friend and enemy one after the other,

yeah baby, that's where we were born for eachother.

Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways

to choose the mood and have it replaced

Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways

to choose the mood and have it replaced

Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways

to choose the mood and have it replaced

Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways

to choose the mood and have it replaced