Lambics

Hold me in your arms
And take another drink
Of the bottle of ale
Or the bottle of fame

The bitter flower pressed
Each and every Spring
My failures attest
To the blooming from the grave
And in defeating death, I sing

Pursing my lips
Around the bottle's seal
And looking within
My influence revealed

The sweetness of the beer
The lambic on my tongue
How can the throat reject
What the body wants?

See, see me when I go
Return, a new man
See, see yourself in me
And I, see myself in him

All my darkest parts, in the light
All my darkest parts, in the light
All my darkest parts, in the light
All my darkest parts, in the light