Clink, clink the bottle, I need a little more (more, more, more)...
The hint is sweet, but its not my glass to pout (pour, pour, pour)
Take the stem from your fingertips to my lips (and drink it down)...
Its never tasted quite this way before...
More, more more...
pour, pour, pour...
drink it down...
But youre not wine,
and youre not mine...
And youre not wine,
and youre not mine
Youre not mine, youre not mine,
youre not mine, youre not...
Swing, swing the anchor scraping at the sea (sea, sea, sea)
The waves curl up but they never touch they let me be, be, be
Toes in my raft, it shifts to etch a drift-forsaken path
Take the tide your way, to stay with me...
Sea, sea, sea...
be, be, be...
stay with me...
And Im not scared,
when youre not there
And Im not scared,
when youre not there
Youre not there, youre not there,
youre not there, youre not...
Stay, stay , stay...
But youre not wine,
and youre not mine
And youre not wine,
and youre not mine
Youre not mine, youre not mine,
youre not mine, youre not...