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.