Her hands are burned from the torch that she carries

Her closets are full of old dreams she can't wear

I sit beside her but it's you on her mind it's a party you're giving but I buy the wine

She'll dance with me but it's you that she's holding

And she does her best to hide it from me

But I've always known she can leave me behind

She brings the mem'ries and buy the wine

I buy the wine that makes her unwind and makes her forget about you

Then in the darkness with our bodies entwined

She cries out a name but Lord it's not mine

I buy the wine...