Sweat Like Wine

Spit like whiskey, sweat like wine
Skin like cocaine, clean like turpentine
Tears of envy, pills of rage
The sky was empty, but in the dark, it all looks the same

And I can see them sitting on the steps

All those things I forgot to forget, to forget

Blushing beauties, blushing blue
Screams of boredom, clanging chimes of doom
Bonds of freedom, vows of lust
Sweet Virginias that you can see, but you just can't touch

And I can see their lips move through the shroud

Mouthing things you would never say out loud