Oh!! Wine!!
Europe don’t love you
America don’t love you
So I could never love you
But you love everything.
In the darkness of these times,
there’s the glow at your glass,
But the words on the screen,
thought by a broken soul,
And I can’t help but feel,
that I made some mistake, but I let it go
Through the fire and through the flames
You won’t even say your name
Only I am that I am.
But who could ever live that way?
Winemakers don’t love you,
The journalists don’t love you,
Some growers even don’t love you.
So why love anything?
The faithless they don’t love you,
The empty hearts don’t love you,
And that’s not gonna change.