Mission She Conjures Me Wings
I've been too drunk to love Too drunk to care I've looked like death, felt like Hell Been the worse for wear I've been drinking too much to remember The hell of the night before I've been drinking myself blind And still I'll drink some more
She is the wine that makes harps and choirs The sweetest sound that the grapevine brings She is the wine that makes gods and angels And when I drink of her, she conjures me wings
She invites me to her banquets And I feast on her bouquet She chases the dragons, and, Drives the demon away She builds a rainbow bridge To the island of the blessed She leads me to surrender To the quarry of my quest
She is the temptress The master magician A sister to Eros She is exhibition She plays like a symphony Smells like sympathy Tastes like poetry Gives her very soul to me
