Love On The Vine

lucy's got a new sting 
and she can be cruel 
heaven's got it's little thorns 
though they're soft as a rule 
if you can feel your heart stop 
you're doing too well 
locked in heavens handbag 
and going to hell 

sweet as the melody 
dark as the wine 
where she branches overhead 
it's easy to reach love on the vine 

david's got a red mouth 
argues with his trap mind 
heaven's got it's little snares 
though they're velvet lined 
more lover than his heart's drum 
or mystery bell 
there's room in heaven's handbag 
for poor david as well 

sweet as the melody 
dark as the wine 
where her eyes branch overhead 
he's ready to taste love on the vine 

lucy's got a problem 
a february fool 
heaven's got it's trouble spots 
though they're shaded and cool 
if you can't feel your fingers 
it's not easy to tell 
and lucy's singing to herself 
as she leans over the well