Water to Wine - Saintseneca

You and I in a little toy shop

Buy a bag of balloons with the money we got

Set them free at the break of dawn

Till one by one they were gone

So when you’re gone and all we’re left with

Are questions unasked and unanswered

I will wonder where the crows go

And what you got your self into these days

Oh but honey, if you’re called that

I must be fond of

The way the sun strikes

When it’s striking you

Well I don’t mind

Turning water into wine or winter

And You, just might find

We are found when we’re found out

If I could find a souvenir to tell the world

That I was here

I’d find myself a red balloon

Let it go and think of you