New Wine Lyrics

No surprises here

There's nothing more predictable than fear

We haven't changed much

Since "you will not surely die from just a touch"

Let the dead rhythms ring

We have always turned the world into a thing

And the shadow makes its haste

Like a thief who knows his running is a waste

New wine

In old skin

Is gonna take time

To break in

The old sign

At the dead end

Is where the next life

Begins

With new wine

Sleep is coming soon

Bitter sleep under a grief-stricken moon

If you refuse her when she comes

Then you will never be among the waking ones

New wine

In old skin

Is gonna take time

To break in

The old sign

At the dead end

Is where the next life

Begins

And I've tried

To come by

That morning

A million other ways

But new wine

And the shadow makes its haste

And the shadow makes its haste

Let the shadow make its haste