Saintseneca Water To Wine
You and I in a little toy shop
Buy a bag of balloons with the money we got
Set them free at the break of dawn
Till one by one they were gone
So when you're gone and all we're left with
Are questions unasked and unanswered
I will wonder where the crows go
And what you got your self into these days
Oh but honey, if you're called that
I must be fond of
The way the sun strikes
When it's striking you
Well I don't mind
Turning water into wine or winter
And You, just might find
We are found when we're found out
If I could find a souvenir to tell the world
That I was here
I'd find myself a red balloon
Let it go and think of you
