Carson McHone - Spoil on the Vine

Mischief mischief called my name I am not ashamed
don't you want to play it's ok to misbehave
playmate playmate I'm afraid now we've made some mistake
youth it was our cave now no mystery remains

Ain't it strange a privileged pain a funny fight a game
Just a hunger we create

I once felt the hinges bend now I hesitate within
I trust no one else's skin but I can't be my own best friend

No rest in sleep my limbs they ache from fantasy I chase
Ink stains when I wake dream scars 'cross my face

Ain't it strange a privileged pain a funny fight a game
Just a hunger we create


Strange what were deprived we never learn to fight
So I lie upon my back and I'm so scared of what I lack
Won't you cry into my ears so that I can hear your tears

Spoil on the vine
Spoil on the vine
Spoil on the vine
Safe inside some tomb divine all our fruit denied

Ain't it strange a privileged pain a funny fight a game
Just a hunger we create
Strange what were deprived we never learn to fight
So I lie upon my back and I'm so scared of what I lack
Won't you cry into my ears

Spoil on the vine
Spoil on the vine
Spoil on the vine

Written by:
Carson McHone

Publisher:
Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave

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