It was a quiet night
Everything was fine
Thought I'd have a drink to bide my time
I was quite surprised
To see the room change size
Technicolor flowers danced before my eyes
THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY WINE
NOT BY MY DESIGN
UNLESS THE WALLS ARE REALLY MOVING
NOT A CHANCE THAT I'M JUST GROOVING
ON A LITTLE VINO BUZZ
THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY WINE
Maybe I'm reliving
Something gone before
Maybe I have gone too far
beyond the door
Maybe it's a phase
For just a little time
Could it be a little faerie put something
In my wine...
The carpet was on fire
I was really wired
Couldn't get to sleep if I had tried
My senses were denied
Connection with my mind
The hookah danced a trance in seven time
THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY WINE
NOT BY MY DESIGN
IF THE WALLS ARE REALLY BREATHING,
MAYBE IT'S THAT I'M NOT SEEING THE HEART BENEATH THE FLOOR
THERE'S SOMETHING IN MY WINE
Maybe it's illusion
Just a trick of the eye
Maybe it's just phantoms passing by
Maybe I'm insane
Well, I don't really mind..
Could it be a friend on mine put something...
In my wine