Blood Like Wine (Balthazar)

How long since I got some sleep. How long since she grew her hair to keep the night from getting colder for the owl living upon her shoulder. One way or the other she will drink my blood like wine. The only question left is whether that day the horns will sound. One way or the other it will keep me dragging on, for hell knows how long. Now the carnival band is gone. This land, reaching from the riverside where it begins to the hour where it ends, it belongs to me or at least that's what she pretends. One way or the other she will drink my blood like wine. The only question left is whether that day the horns will sound. One way or the other it will keep me dragging on, for hell knows how long. Like the oldest was sent ahead of the other, in the middle of a small town where everybody sleeps with friend and enemy one after the other, yeah baby, that's where we were born for eachother. Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways to choose the mood and have it replaced Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways to choose the mood and have it replaced Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways to choose the mood and have it replaced Raise your glass to the nighttime and the ways to choose the mood and have it replaced