How's hope feeling today
Tired and sick of this place
Red wine is fast at the lip of your glass
Sayin' I'm gonna ruin everything...everything
So it's better my sweet
That we hover like bees
'Cause there's no sure footing
No love I believe
Tired and sick of this place
Red wine is fast at the lip of your glass
Sayin' I'm gonna ruin everything...everything
So it's better my sweet
That we hover like bees
'Cause there's no sure footing
No love I believe