water/wine

I hope that I'm the jump in your step, the gleam in your eyes. Though I am the shadow, I am confirmed but rather denied... We pave away truth with our teeth to the ground and our soles to the clouds. Hoping that one day we'll be rebuilt, or we can rebuild with all the troubles that have been thrown at us. Our own castle in the sky. Hoping to turn water into wine so we can sip away casualties and so you can forget all about who I really am and what I do. You can hang onto the bottle, and I can hang onto your every word. You can love the wine, and I can love what it does to you.