Sheila Nicholls - Don't Die On The Vine lyrics

Don't die on the vine, baby Though the weather here is fine, maybe There's a storm rolling over those hills Don't let it soak you, Don't let it choke you Cause you're the only ancient king that I've ever known And my weekly injection, on your pa**ion throne And you reveal what's concealed in this smiling town Re-sensitize me, and your condemned to be free And I saw you in the garden In the middle of the storm And both are questioning our sanity Both are pleading to be born So I asked you for the direction To the place thats calm and clear And as I looked at your reflection I saw my face in the mirror Don't die on the vine, baby 'Cause your survival is mine, maybe The wayside's filled with the blind and the numb You make me see, you make me feel Inviting hope for a moment that's real