is there something in the wine or is everything perfect, is everything fine? in my mouth it's sweet as sugar in the glass it's cold as ice. in the air words sound like angels, in eyes our faces shine.. like gold, like seraphim, like heaven in decline. there's habit in the holiness because summer saturates all; we take the glow for commonplace and forget the creeping fall. the red of lips and healthiness flush sweet upon our faces. the chips are all down, we're all in, but all the hands are aces. there's nothing but the buzz, there's nothing but the taste, wouldnt it be wonderful if something gold could stay..