Through Wine - Magica

You sell your soul until your dreams are over

Ain’t that a shame of a life?

You buy their lies and live in a world of shadows

But wicked words cut like a knife

I’m sick and tired of all the questions

That I always ask myself

I don’t know what’s wrong with me

What is the answer, what’s the key?

At the end of the bottle time is gone

Seconds crawling for the dawn

Your time ain’t mine

And light races slower

Slower and slower

Through wine

All that you know is right in front of you

Someday they’ll even steal your dreams

Your fate is sealed and there’s nothing left to do

But taking life to the extremes