Did you stain me with the paint of love when you remade me from the heart of darkness?
Who are you that you keep vats full of new wine for me to drink with boldness?
What am I that such intoxicating joy could overflow in my days?
Where are we if it's just the two of us chilling in the place?
Why do you love me even when I don't?
How am I dead, but alive in your robe?
