Third Eye Blind – God Of Wine best of them
I walk home alone with you, in the mood you're born into.
Sometimes you let me in, and I take it on the chin.
I can't get clean again. I wannna know, can we get clean again,
The God of Wine comes crashing through the headlights of a car that
Took you farther than you thought you'd ever want to go.
We can't get back again.
You can't get back again.
She takes a drink and then she waits,
The alcohol it permeates.
And soon the cells give way, and cancels out the day.