Cup of Whine

Duration

3:32

Genres

Acoustic

Description

Lyrics

Who cares what the devil is saying these days I don't care what the devil is saying these days Because I'm not having a crisis of faith Who cares what the devil is saying these days I don't care what the devil is saying these days Because finally my mind is clear of his haze No one's listening to the angels' singing these days No one's listening to the angels' singing these days "It may be the end of times so I just want to play If you're looking for truth they say 'pick up the good book, or read the big book' Well I won't have a single book on me when I leave All I want is the ocean breeze All I need is a set of reeds All I want is a bed of leaves while they count my deeds!" "Who cares what the bleeding hearts are singing these days we don't care what the bleeding hearts are singing these days Because these days are just made of time these days are yours and mine Who cares what the bleeding hearts are singing these days we don't care what the bleeding hearts are singing these days Because these days are just made of time these days are yours and mine" "so we'll sit by the sea, just you and me. And we'll share a cup of wine Squeezed from the fruit of the tree of life east of Eden and west of paradise We'll sit and drink and laugh until we die"