Tonight we drink to heartache, and we can't get drunk enough
You crush each individual grape between your toes.
Your eyes are numb as you sense the juices flow.
And we curl our fingers around your momentary love.
We lay down in your coalstack but we are not warm enough.
You crush each individual grape between your toes.
Each lover kisses your drying blood to life before he goes.
We hold your head steady in your pool of eternal love.
We light ourselves a fire around the secrets that you grow.
Each moment is eternal that you crush between your toes.
And before you bury us we hold you long and deep.
Eternal is a moment in your drunken dreamless sleep.
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