I find delight in empty days, I take my counsel with wine. My own devices have robbed me of reckless leisure. My words will be proven in time. The evening follows me like a blanket, I am less convinced of anything. I don't feel wise but I have learned to love. Culture isn't cheap. If you bite the hands that bleed, you'll end up with blood-stained teeth. You are a lung full of water, and me, I am an appetite. Under the stretch of whether you and I. From harboring the hardship, Your love-lines will be wrinkled. Better the devils you know than don't, I suppose. Don't practice what you preach, I crowd of eyes have never listened to me. I am by no means a visionary but I can see, That culture isn't cheap. If you bite the hands that bleed, you'll end up with blood-stained teeth. You are a lung full of water, and me, I am an appetite. Under the stretch of whether you and I. I find delight in empty days, I take my counsel with wine.
