Don't die on the vine, baby   Though the weather here is fine, maybe   There's a storm rolling over those hills   Don't let it soak you,   Don't let it choke you      Cause you're the only ancient king that I've ever known   And my weekly injection, on your passion throne   And you reveal what's concealed in this smiling town   Re-sensitize me, and your condemned to be free      And I saw you in the garden   In the middle of the storm   And both are questioning our sanity   Both are pleading to be born      So I asked you for the direction   To the place thats calm and clear   And as I looked at your reflection   I saw my face in the mirror      Don't die on the vine, baby   'Cause your survival is mine, maybe   The wayside's filled with the blind and the numb   You make me see, you make me feel   Inviting hope for a moment that's real