From the Vine - Rane

I want it to be like modest wine

Getting better over time

I want it to be like modest wine

To pick the ripest fruit right from the vine

Now we’re all heading out of here

Way up to the stratosphere

Out beyond the end of the atmosphere

This is where we’ll find the air to breathe

From the vine the flowers grow

From the vine the hope seed is sewn

From the vine comes turning leaf

The wine we drink puts us to sleep

The cosmos is awaiting me The furthest stars and all the galaxies

This is where I’ll find the air to breathe

And the ripest fruit right from the vine

From the vine the flowers grow

From the vine the hope seed is sewn

From the vine comes turning leaf

The wine we drink puts us to sleep

I want it to be like modest wine

Getting better over time

From the vine the flowers grow

From the vine the hope seed is sewn

I want it to be like modest wine

To pick the ripest fruit right from the vine

From the vine comes turning leaf

The wine we drink puts us to sleep

The cosmos is awaiting me