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 cars shake the ground at our backs
But the dark Roman wine in our bloodstreams
Makes the cold just a word, just a sound.
"Dark Roman Wine"
SNOW PATROL
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 cars shake the ground at our backs
But the dark Roman wine in our bloodstreams
Makes the cold just a word, just a sound.
"Dark Roman Wine"
SNOW PATROL
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