Slow Suicide By Wine by Hawksley Workman Lyrics

We'll lock ourselves next to the dalìs
In the peggy guggenheim museum
They can go to hell
I'm done listening
And i don't care if i ever see them
Don't paint me strange
Just because you think i lost conviction
Just get me and my wife
On a flight to somewhere in italy

Slow suicide by wine

We'll change our savings into silver
And barter for deer skins of chianti
We won't read the news
We'll just be dreaming
The kind you get on the ligurian sea
Don't think i'm insane
It's just that my wife and i would like to die on our very own time
If we could
In italy
Slow suicide by wine

What if it's weak to grow old?

Slow suicide by wine