Strata - Champagne

Can't wait to fall asleep i'll never truly call this living i think that life's the only game nobody ever seems to win you hold yourself above the highest and the center of my head i crawl what's left I won't mind champagne take me home champagne take me home and wither away and wither away someone's kissing you like it really means something somewhere someone's shaking your hand in the back seat of a limosine champagne take me home champagne take me home and wither away champagne take me home champagne take me home and wither away and wither away wither away