Something In the Wine

I think there must be something in the water
My eyes seem to be flooding in the rain
And if there's nothing in the water
There is something in the wine
I'm telling myself stories that I swore I'd left behind

Is it really such a mystery
That a favourite living canopy
Should come back to me
From the ashes of a memory?
It just doesn't seem right
There must be something in the wine

The history books are rising from the flame
The pages filled with your forgotten name
I'm mesmerised by memories of battles that we waged
Who said you could come back here rattling my cage?

Is it really such a mystery
That a favourite living canopy
Should come back to me
From the ashes of a memory?
It just doesn't seem right
There must be something in the wine

But while I'm lucid
There'll be no more abuses
While I'm lucid
There'll be no more excuses
There is no final happiness to capture
And there isn't gonna be a final chapter

But I swear there must be something in the water
Or something in the wine
I think there must be something in the water
My eyes seem to be flooding in the rain
And if there's nothing in the water
There is something in the wine
I'm telling myself stories that I swore I'd left behind

Is it really such a mystery
That a favourite living canopy
Should come back to me
From the ashes of a memory?
It just doesn't seem right
There must be something in the wine

Oh, it doesn't seem right
There must be something in the wine