Honey, I hate wine But I'd gladly down a bottle of your name Just to get another taste of you A single drop not on my tongue would be a waste And I hate mornings But I like waking next to you You always wake up before I do So I can sleep in your embrace We burn like gentle firewood We yearn like vines and leaves And we settle in the comfort of The bones that rest beneath And I'd start drinking wine and sleeping at night To keep your soul with mine I'd do anything, anything, anything Anything.