If He Were Wine

Midnight spills across the wooden floor (mmmmm)

Your quiet

shadow

tapping at my door We tread the line of what we should

ignore

It's a heavy kind of gravity

Pulling you,

pulling me (ahhhh)

Oh,

this dark love is a beautiful scar

Burning slow like a dying star

Lost in the quiet of who

we are (yeah)

Whiskey breath and secrets in the dark

One touch and we ignite the spark

Leaving an everlasting mark

Just a beautiful scar... (mmmmm)