Black Moth Cult - Vintage Wines | Текст песни

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About a woman who told me \"drive me to the show\"
On the dark streets of San Francisco.

About an old man I met, old enough to know
where the many-colored lotuses grow.

About a young girl who taught me
how to keep away from bad company.

About the end of a story,
and nobody else could wrap their mind around it.

You see they're like a vintage wine sleeping tight
somewhere in the back of my head,
adrift on the realms of Time. Thought it was too late.

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