Dark Roman Wine

I will hang on the hook of your splendor

As the night rolls us up in its arms

And the square of your thumbs and your fingers

Is the blanket of the sky that's so warm

I know it's late but I can't help but think here

That the day hasn't shown all its cards

Now it's out to the stars of the ocean

Let's not retrace our steps to the car

Picking out all the stars that we like

Between finger and thumb

You laugh as you pass me the night

As if it's too fragile to hold

And I hold it so close to my chest

With your hands in my hands

You say this is just how we'll rest

Until the land turns to sand

Now your eyelids they faint and they shiver

Like the wings of the last bird to leave

For the south for the heat for no reason

I watch as they fly for sheer joy

The wind shakes the branches above us

And the car shake the ground at our backs

But the dark roman wine in our bloodstreams

Makes the cold just a word, just a sound

Picking out all the stars that we like

Between finger and thumb

You laugh as you pass me the night

As if it's too fragile to hold

And I hold it so close to my chest

With your hands in my hands

You say this is just how we'll rest

Until the land turns to sand