I've really thought about this, no, I don't say a lot But this has been weighing on me, I couldn't help it You've been so sure of this, maybe I'll become like the ocean Clear as the water, no soil, no doubt I roll back, exhale, pulling back the veil Something isn't right, someone pass the wine Oh, you're sweet like the milk of the plant Oh, and soft like silk to my hand Something isn't right, perhaps another time ♪ Let me just think about this, somewhere away from the current Muddy as a puddle, I sit and we stutter And while I turn this ship, well, I felt that I lost the connection And when it hit me, it just hit me so hard, I couldn't help it I roll back, exhale, ghost without a wail Something isn't right, someone pass the wine Oh, you're sweet like the milk of the plant Oh, and soft like silk to my hand Something isn't right, perhaps another time ♪ Oh, you're sweet like the milk of the plant Oh, and soft like silk to my hand Something isn't right, someone pass the wine You come back every month of May Rose-coloured in the disarray But something isn't right, perhaps another time