Of Whistling And Wine Testo

what's the arguing word that you place around my head?another i've never heard as it blankets our uncovered bed.
don't look back.
i know you're not how i'll forget you.
don't look back.
you'll see someone you burned right through.
i figured once a gentle breeze would come to me from the deep,
a bout of which i'd never know and bring to me appending sleep.
don't look back.
i know you're not how i'll forget you.
don't look back.
you'll see someone you burned right through.
a tidal wave's been ever full of whistling and wine ___
but i still miss the wonderful things that you said were wrong.