Colour of the Wine

Like a sun that slowly sets
As a glass begins to fill
Feelin' old and sad, drinkin' bad
Colouring my life

All alone, out of love
On the phone, out of touch
Not a lot to say, I'm leavin' fate
To the colour of the wine
Of the wine

Like a sun an open sea
I drown a minor key
Like the price of love
And the patch on my jeans
Buckled tight

Took a finger to the gun
This is all I had to show
Now you're back again
I can't complain
'Bout the colour of the wine
Of the wine

I fought for love
Playin' hide an' seek
Only losin' sleep
I fought for love
Right across the street
Where the wine is cheap

Took a finger to the gun
This is all I had to show
Now you're back again
I can't complain
'Bout the colour of the wine
Of the wine
Of the wine
Of the wine