Rosemary's Wine

And her eyes hurt the way they do

Almost like they'd seen,

Almost like they knew

And her words, soft as they could be

Tied me to her soul and wouldn't set me free

And the night that held us in its arms

It held us once again,

But even then I knew this time

That I would decline

Sweet Rosemary's Wine

Lately I, seem to be inclined

More to being cold, less to being kind

And I suppose that I've been less than true

Being what I am, what was I to do

So I drink

The sweetness of her soul

And drink it once again

But even then I guess I'd known

That I would decline

Sweet Rosemary's wine