Too Much Wine - Striving Vines

In a garden over the sea

in the warm dense summer breeze passing time

with a little bit of you on my mind

In a garden under the trees

all these thoughts longings and dreams in the night

a little bit of you would be fine

And it’s about time

All this time I longed for her to whisper

she would be mine

but I drank a little too much wine

now she wouldn’t be mine at all

By the time I built up my nerve

the chance is gone, nothing could be done in the light

a silhouette of you moving on

All this time I longed for her to whisper

she would be mine

but I drank a little too much wine

now she wouldn’t be mine

Oh if you can’t be mine

I’ll drown

drown in a sea of rubies

In a garden under the leaves

in the warm midsummer breeze passing time

All this time I longed for her to whisper

she would be mine

but I drank a little too much wine

now she wouldn’t be mine

All this time I longed for her to whisper

she would be mine

but I drank a little too much wine

now she wouldn’t be mine