This is for footsteps approaching the night
 They keep themselves moving and do what is right
 Now watch what you gather and hold in your hand
 Numbers are many who misunderstand

 Drink your wine away instead
 I won't remember all that's said
 Say farewell and close the door
 You'll find me never more

 That I believe in
 That I believe in
 That I believe in you
 Must be a crying shame

 Tell you a story of that [bad word] last
 All of the sorrow that lives in the past
 Now if you're tired of all that's been told
 Don't be surprised that I've grown so old

 Drink your wine away instead
 I won't remember all that's said
 Say farewell and close the door
 You'll find me never more 

 And I believe in
 That I believe in
 That I believe in you
 Must be a crying shame

 Breathing in shadows or dead on the vine
 I'm there in the morning to take you sometimes
 To watch what you gather and hold in your hand
 The numbers are many who misunderstand

 Drink your wine away instead
 I won't remember all that's said
 Say farewell and close the door