Nonsence

I whisper foolish lines into her ear. Lie without a trace of shame. She believes each word I say, it's clear. But could it truly be the same? The night is fleeting, slipping by. The moon is drowning in starry seas. And silence rocks my lullabies. Forgive me, darling, please. For these sweet nothings in your ear. This nonsense comes not from love but From the wine. Ooh. But from the wine. I improvise and paint with words so fine. A poet king of lyric art. In just three lines, I can design. A world laid humble at her heart. The night is fleeting, slipping by. The moon is drowning in starry seas. And silence rocks my lullabies. Forgive me, darling, please. For these sweet nothings in your ear. This nonsense comes not from love but From the wine. But from the wine. But from the wine. The night is fleeting, slipping by. The moon is drowning in starry seas. And silence rocks my lullabies. Forgive me, darling, please. For these sweet nothings in your ear. This nonsense comes not from love but From the wine. Ah, But from the wine. The night is fleeting, slipping by. The moon is drowning in starry seas. And silence rocks my lullabies. Forgive me, darling, please. For these sweet nothings in your ear. This nonsense comes not from love But from the wine. Ah, But from the wine.