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Written for a friend; based on a true story

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Now early Sunday morning on court street second floor.
The sound of brick and metal comes, the rain begins to poor.
I was waiting for the coming summer heat, at the window, when i fell into the street.

And all my dreams, all my dreams, all my dreams come tumbling down along with me.

Colors blurred and faded, I hear the angel’s breath.
I feel his gentle whisper, her mouth upon my neck.
I was planning to sow up my broken past. On the street my life’s now shattered like a glass.

And all my dreams, all my dreams, all my dreams come tumbling down along with me.

All this time I wondered why I walked in heavy chains.
The shadows fell down softly casting curses on my name.
Light shown blankly through a painted yellow glass.
I’m saved alas, but never falling down. At the edge I grip my saviors folded gown.

And all my dreams, all my dreams, all my dreams come tumbling down along with me.

Early Sunday morning on court street second floor.
The sound of brick and metal comes, the rain begins to poor.
I was waiting for the coming summer heat, at the window, when i fell into the street.

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from Perpetual Spirals of Power & Pleasure, released November 25, 2011

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Wasted Wine Greenville, South Carolina

Wasted Wine is a band based in Greenville, SC. Their songs combine Eastern European melodies, Middle Eastern instruments, cryptic lyrical storytelling, and complex, suite-like song structures, woven together in their own strange blend of homemade prog-rock. Live, the band is often accompanied by Discordia Arts, featuring theatrics, dance, fire, and much more. ... more

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