Текст песни Death on the Vine - Fana Hues

Stirrin′ the pot
Stare as it thickens
Nights complexion deepens
'Til I′m no longer a witness

Times listening
I can't help my backwards ways
I speak before I think
Don't hold me to what I say

Veils lifted
The stars aligned
For your heart and mine
Then slowly dragged us to
Death on the vine
Death on the vine

All I ever knew was
Nothing grows
In yesterday′s shadow
Winters touch on my lips
I can′t help my backwards way I
Wait around for god to bless the child that has drifted

Veils lifted
The stars aligned
For your hеart and mine
Then slowly dragged us to
Dеath on the vine
Death on the vine