Siren Wine - The Autumns

Slip this one last drop

I won’t be smiling slit your wrist and drop

I won’t be smiling

We’ll kill the girls

And wear the joy out on our faces

Like the swans we sing

This one last drop is worth the dying

One last drop

And don’t remind me

All the things I’ve lost

Are not behind me

We’ll kill the girls

And wear the mirth out on our faces

In our masks and wigs

This one las dace is worth the dying

Bow the hull to seven seas

Now I only see what you want me to see

The sorrow on the breese

One last drop I won’t be smiling

One last drop I won’t

Come that drip

I won’t be smiling

Gilds the bed in foil and gold leaf

Until the end

We do pretend

The end the end the end