Dark Roman Wine

I will hang on the hook of your splendor As the night rolls us up in its arms And the square of your thumbs and your fingers Is the blanket of the sky that's so warm I know it's late but I can't help but think here That the day hasn't shown all its cards Now it's out to the stars of the ocean Let's not retrace our steps to the car Picking out all the stars that we like Between finger and thumb You laugh as you pass me the night As if it's too fragile to hold And I hold it so close to my chest With your hands in my hands You say this is just how we'll rest Until light turns to sound Now your eyelids they faint and they shiver Like the wings of the last bird to leave For the south for the heat for no reason I watch as they fly for sheer joy The wind shakes the branches above us And the car shaved the ground at our backs But the dark roman wine in our bloodstreams Makes the cold just a word, just a sound Picking out all the stars that we like Between finger and thumb You laugh as you pass me the night As if it's too fragile to hold And I hold it so close to my chest With your hands in my hands You say this is just how we'll rest Until the light turns to sound