Letra de Cut from the Vine

Love, goodbye!
You're still gardening outside
Some will live and some will die

When it's quiet you hear animals at night
Some can swim and some can fly
Some breathe fire

But I see shadows on the hillside
And I hear voices in the wind chime
So if I'm not here in the morning
Then I'll see you on the other side

Cut from the vine
But the spirit made me wine

Above the house
Let me show you what I found
There is nothing of me now but the sound
Take your time! Bring the firewood inside
Grow your hair and I'll grow mine

Water dries around our old chair
Garlic mixes in my old brine
Follow me down to the river
Come and meet me on the other side

Cut from the vine
But the spirit made me wine