Skeleton Sangria

Skeleton Sangria, mindless and mellow
Little dove, little dove
On the pastures he waits
Careless insomnia, he waits by the fire
In the mist, in the mist
In the woods with no trails
Skeleton Sangria, mindless and mellow
Little dove, little dove
In the meadows he drowns
Careless Insomnia, he waits by the fire
In the mist, in the mist
With his head to the ground