My Drink Of Choice(s) Lyrics

Men build parties impartial affairs on the high cliffs of their stares
Hype enveloped in white wings; high currency in such things.

What do you want me for? Is it my red lips?
What do you want me for; my eyes so wide?

We thought it right with bitter thoughts and bitter tongues,
Dig our graves with bottle salt and rule of thumb,
Desperate, we shake as our lips collide,
Desperate to see what these bodies hide.

It's just the booze talking.

Spinning our fingers, we make high pitched harmonies,
Our breaths and souls leave in there high squeals

What is this burgundy blood?

I've heard tales of wine and water, and how I wish they'd steal their wonder into this glass of this thunderous decay.The Axe That Chopped The Cherry Tree - My Drink Of Choice(s) - http://motolyrics.com/the-axe-that-chopped-the-cherry-tree/my-drink-of-choice-s-lyrics.html

I hear them tapping their glasses, shaking their hands.
I hear them, "a toast to the night life," "where does the time go?"
I hear them tapping their glass, shaking their hands.
I hear them "where does the time go?"
I hear us?

Similarly I can hear the hoof beats of us men who run because we like the sound of our own to feet on the ground.
(Oh wretched desire for feet that sound the same)

We thought it right with bitter thoughts and bitter tongues.

We thought it right with bitter thoughts and bitter tongues,
Dig our graves with bottle salt and rule of thumb,
Desperate, we shake as our lips collide,
Desperate to see what these bodies hide.

It's just the booze talking.