And her eyes hurt the way they do
Almost like they´d seen,
Almost like they knew

And her words, soft as they could be
Tied me to her soul and wouldn´t set me free

And the night that held us in its arms
It held us once again,
But even then I knew this time
That I would decline
Sweet Rosemary´s Wine

Lately I, seem to be inclined
More to being cold, less to being kind
And I suppose that I´ve been less than true
Being what I am, what was I to do

So I drink
The sweetness of her soul
And drink it once again
But even then I guess I´d known
That I would decline
Sweet Rosemary´s wine