From the bottom of the rye

Wisdom from the bottom of the bottle

As seen through the gin soaked eye

Reveling in the bottom of the rye

The rhythm of the beating heart

Pumping

The kiss, the brush of the leg

The sly glance from across the room

Pushing the heart to beat

The rhythm of the beating heart

A ballad of the energy flowing forth

From the soul and into the Earth

Filling the breast with 

Love

Lust 

And

Life