Wax On The Wine Bottle

Just a touch past the piece that's sleeping on your feet I've found a reason that I kinda need to believe in As you will, make Summer's evening Keeping it on wax but It's California I want you back pretty lady Cause your roses dry Wax turns to wane like grapes to wine Fact is I'm drunk off the deep-end And colours cut your cheeks In my suburban season I kinda need to believe in something As you were's a patch on even Seen through coloured glass but It's pandemonium A heart attack would taste like gravy Cause your roses dry Wax turns to wane like grapes to wine