Spring blew through my window, came looking for you
he said, "I don't feel right, she's got me playing the fool."
He's not the only one who's craving your moves.
Without your face and your sweet embrace, only one thing I can do
'cause thinking about
Your hips and your sweet lips got me drinking wine.
Time'll roll and you'll come back home
But 'till I see your smile I'll be drinking wine.
The blood-red of the sunset makes me feel alright.
But it's nothing like your voice when I turn out the light.
You've got your own dying fire, it's getting me high.
When I come down I drink all night just to keep from crying.
Shining through my mind: The early-morning light dancing off your body.
Memory ain't hard to find, neither's the bottle when I'm without you.