Pour the wine in our glasses
And sticks in my throat
And it bleeds from my hate
And I pour in your glass
And there's fate in my hands
And I lick from your mouth
And I enjoy its taste
And you drink from my love
And our hearts won't beat again
And sticks in my throat
And it bleeds from my hate
And I pour in your glass
And there's fate in my hands
And I lick from your mouth
And I enjoy its taste
And you drink from my love
And our hearts won't beat again