|
I used to have a secret cellar |
|
Where I kept the sweetest of my wine |
|
Now it seems that I've been too long |
|
Hanging on the vine |
|
And now she's turning it into water |
|
Never be the same again |
|
She's turning it into water |
|
All my wine tastes like the rain |
|
Damp has peeled away my labels, |
|
I can't read the writing any more, |
|
Nothing here to grace my tables |
|
Nothing left to store |
|
And now she's turning it into water |
|
Never be the same again |
|
She's turning it into water |
|
All my wine tastes like the rain |
|
Go bar the cellar door |
|
Throw out the rusty key |
|
Won't go there anymore |
|
There is no mystery |
|
There's nothing there to see |
|
Now I've lost these hopes and wishes |
|
I'm never going to change the way she feels |
|
The cupboard's bare of loaves and fishes |
|
All that time reveals is that |
|
She's turning it into water |
|
Never be the same again |
|
She's turning it into water |
|
All my wine tastes like the rain. |
