I’ve been searching too hard for my soul
Like it matters which words lead us home
When the end will not reveal its face
I guess I will rest in palms of grace

Am I lost or found? Or am I just here, waiting around
Until someone comes and tells me it’s okay to move?
And I’ll take another step toward you

You taste like wine
You taste like wine
You taste like wine
But I can’t find those vines

Was the path one my feet made clear?
Or was it laid out long before I appeared?
Each new love feels the same as before
Yet each old one keeps me longing for more

Is this all that we get? Or, is there something we forget
When we are born and hope to find it once again?
Open doors beckon us into you

You taste like wine
You taste like wine
You taste like wine
But I can’t find those vines
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So c’mon, show me home and I will go

You taste like wine
And I think that is fine