Vineyards

Crowds, muddy knees, bikes, bloody elbows
Same crude places, dreaming, talking shit
The venues, vibrant, beating hearts
Stolen, ripe green grapes
Found me to know you during my teens
Lonely boys, we both have been
Lonely boy, 'til you met him
It took you a long, it took just one word
As it took me long, it took me a word

To be enslaved by my need to be him
I'm in my bed like every night
Dreams have wrestled with each other 'til day broke
I gaze at the roof, I process all my thoughts
Some make high score, keeps us keenly
Is everything you felt wearing off, was it so weak?
Has it all been drowned in bitterness?
Oh, I have keys and tin, mouldy shoes
On my bedroom roof, I see your cute face
It will serve as proof

It will serve as proof that I can start anew
It will serve as proof (It's the proof)
That I can start anew (I can)
It will serve as proof (It's the proof)
That I can start anew (I can)
It will serve as proof (It's the proof)
That I can start anew (I can)
It's the proof (I can)
It will serve as proof (It's the proof)
It will serve as proof (I can)
It will serve as proof (It's the proof)
It will serve as proof (I can)
It will serve as proof (It's the proof)
It will serve as proof (I can)
It will serve as proof