Sheila Nicholls - Don't Die On The Vine lyrics

rate me

Don't die on the vine, baby

Though the weather here is fine, maybe

There's a storm rolling over those hills

Don't let it soak you,

Don't let it choke you

Cause you're the only ancient king that I've ever known

And my weekly injection, on your passion throne

And you reveal what's concealed in this smiling town

Re-sensitize me, and your condemned to be free

And I saw you in the garden

In the middle of the storm

And both are questioning our sanity

Both are pleading to be born

So I asked you for the direction

To the place thats calm and clear

And as I looked at your reflection

I saw my face in the mirror

Don't die on the vine, baby

'Cause your survival is mine, maybe

The wayside's filled with the blind and the numb

You make me see, you make me feel

Inviting hope for a moment that's real