1929 Vintage Wine — текст песни (Marty Willson-Piper)

Electrifying lighting
Arcs around your face
Blood red lips and cream skin
Blue eyes make my head swim
Let me sip your bouquet
Rubies in the Beaujolais
1929, you`re my vintage wine

Moisture on your top lip
Playing with a grape pip
And you`re as soft as a Sunday
Beauty`s in your resume
Let me breathe your aroma
You shook my heart from it`s coma
1929, you`re my vintage wine

You released a depth charge
Like a miracle, a mirage
A silver thread of moonlight
A golden box of sunlight
Something special on the wine list
Impossible to resist
And what really grabs me
Is when you open up your Chablis
1929, you`re my vintage wine