Dark roman wine

I will hang on the hook of your splender As the night roles us up in its arms And the square of your thumbs and your fingers Is the blanket of sky thats so warm I know it's late but i can't help but think it That the day hasn't shown all its cards Now it's up to the stars or the ocean Lets no retrace our steps to the car Picking out all the stars that we like between Finger and thumb You laugh as you pass me the night as if it's Too fragile to hold And I hold so close to my chest with your Hands in my hands You say this is just how we rest until Light turns to sound Now your eyelids the faint and they shiver Like the wings of the last bird to leave For the south, for the he, for no reason It all just to fly for sheer joy The wind shakes the brances above us And the car shaved the ground at our backs But the dark roman wine in our blood streams Makes the cold just a word, just a sound Picking out all the stars that we like between Finger and thumb You laugh as you pass me the night as if it's Too fragile to hold And I hold so close to my chest with your Hands in my hands You say this is just how we rest until the Light turns to sound