The hour is now so late the last tube will soon go by have left it hence to fate for you i'll wait, i'll wait.. the stench comes off my clothes burning in this cold for those that drink you said we'll share that place, that ware, that fair.. oh what became of thee went faint we in thy stare fell off the tip of mind aware of the moonlit air.. sangria was the night sangria were the notes sangria was the kiss and yet there was amiss.. that night was calm and strong forbid of any song for deep within my soul it'll never be bygone.. have left it hence to fate an hour it is too late for her time thus we throw bait at Bond Street we shall wait..