I come knock on the door and I rap on the heart
You've got stars in your eyes, it's a fine place to start
And I get a message that I take is divine
With the wind at our back till we're over the line
And tomorrow's too late for this sort of thing
For the sun may not rise if the soul doesn't sing
There's a drunkard's waltz, can you take it?
If I give you my bottle don't you break it
We were born to love, come on let's make it. Be mine tonight
There's a church on the hill where the desperate ones go
They lay their bodies and their blood in the snow
There's a longing in you that I've noticed in me
We were lashed as a dog and so splendidly free
There's a taste in my mouth for the love unrefined
That was scorched into clay at the beginning of time
There's a drunkard's waltz, can you take it?
If I give you my bottle don't you break it
We were born to love, come on lets make it
Be mine tonight
Down at the river one day waits the ghost
Turning into the people that we hide from the most
And I'll swing from those stars and you'll run through the trees
Like Venus in April with mud on your knees
And if death hangs around and he laughs at us all
Seems the higher we get, the further we fall
There's a drunkard's waltz, can you take it?
If I give you my bottle don't you break it
We were born to love, come on Let's make it
Be mine tonight
(This song was deconstructed by Ian Telfer Ben Stone and a bottle of something unhelpful - in other words it underwent the folk oral transmission process. If you want to hear the real thing, listen to Rev Hammer's album The Bishop Of Buffalo (Cooking Vinyl)).
