The Vine

I forget what was said It doesn't seem to matter All this in my head Tends to scatter The rose and the thorn Theyogether If we on always come tly could remember Could only convince ourselves We'll talk of the thrill Of a fever in the morning The cold and the heat coursing Maybe I'll spill my guts Serotonin's dry With a needle to put in your eye On and on we'll try To run from the pain in this life I know that look in your eye We'll say just one more time I hear that sound in your voice Did we ever have a choice There's merit in the trial There's beauty in the struggle The dissident inside We will silence it forever I know that look in your eye We'll say just one more time I hear that sound in your voice Did we ever have a choice