I want it to be like modest wine
Getting better over time
I want it to be like modest wine
To pick the ripest fruit right from the vine
Now we're all heading out of here
Way up to the stratosphere
Out beyond the end of the atmosphere
This is where we'll find the air to breathe

From the vine the flowers grow
From the vine the hope seed is sewn
From the vine comes turning leaf
The wine we drink puts us to sleep
The cosmos is awaiting me

The furthest stars and all the galaxies
This is where I'll find the air to breathe
And the ripest fruit right from the vine

From the vine the flowers grow
From the vine the hope seed is sewn
From the vine comes turning leaf
The wine we drink puts us to sleep

I want it to be like modest wine
Getting better over time
From the vine the flowers grow
From the vine the hope seed is sewn

I want it to be like modest wine
To pick the ripest fruit right from the vine
From the vine comes turning leaf
The wine we drink puts us to sleep
The cosmos is awaiting me




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