His head belongs to the clouds, They've swept him upside down, to hang in love

a long slow drink from a  cup of tine, his gold cup seen for what it is, a mask to hide what lacks inside

New Wine, Change me from the inside

A heavy mist hangs low in the streets, a hazy mind comes clear, clear to who we really are

A fading memory in the dust of the earth, this precious life seen for what it's worth, a mask to hide what lacks inside

New Wine, Change me from the inside