She Conjures Me Wings

I've been too drunk to love

Too drunk to care

Looked like death, felt like hell

Been the worse for wear

I've been drinking too much to remember

The whole of the night before

I've been drinking myself blind

And still I'll drink some more

She is the wine that makes harps and choirs

The sweetest sound that the grapevine brings

She is the wine that makes gods and angels

And when I drink of her, she conjures me wings

She invites me to her banquets

And I feast on her bouquet

She chases the dragons

And drives the demon away

She builds a rainbow bridge

To the island of the blessed

She leads me to surrender

To the quarry of my quest

She is the wine that makes harps and choirs

The sweetest sound that the grapevine brings

She is the wine that makes gods and angels

And when I drink of her, she conjures me wings

Drink, drink, drink, drink to me

Drink, drink, drink, drink to me

She is the temptress, the master magician

A sister to Eros, she is exhibition

She plays like a symphony, smells like sympathy

Tastes like poetry, gives her very soul to me

She is the wine that makes harps and choirs

The sweetest sound that the grapevine brings

She is the wine that makes gods and angels

And when I drink of her, she conjures me wings

La la la la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la la la la

She conjures me wings