they need some time alone
That's how I read what you said,
there are no eyes on the telephone
No words of kind consolation
To say the evening's not a go
I don't need you in front of me
to watch a good thing fade away
Tonight, my arms are turning to black vines,
my arms are turning to black vines,
my heart is turning to coal.
my blood is turning to black wine,
and it's spilling over my soul.
When I'm walking in the woods,
I thought it would be good to get outside.
How do you do, Kanico Valley cat
with a burned and tattered hide?
Isn't it a good day for quiet isolation?
Don't you hear that hollow ringing
We're hangin' on the million dollar tree
And it seems to me nobody cares
My arms are turnin' to black vines
My heart is turnin' to coal
My blood is turnin' to black wine
It's fillin' all over my soul
My body and my brain will follow suit
I'm kickin' the devil in the head
I guess I should've followed everything
My arms are turnin' to black vines
My heart is turnin' to coal
My blood is turning to black wine
And it's spilling all over my soul
And it's all because of you now
My blood is turning to black wine
It's the best time I ever had you