Bright coloured panel vans, yellow and red - driverless into the sea.
Mountainous waves crash on the beach. Nobody's scared except me.

I'm crawling through tight tunnels with the sides pressing on my chest.
Night after night it's the same.
It's like being born, but it isn't what it seems.
The claustrophobia of red wine dreams.
Red wine dreams.

Rice paper aeroplane carries mother and child - rickety frame clad in red.
Vulnerability could be it's motto as it rustles along overhead.

I'm crawling through tight tunnels with the sides pressing on my chest.
Night after night it's the same.
It's like being born, but it isn't what it seems.
I know it's just red wine dreams.
Red wine dreams.

words & music are original compositions of Graham Gorrie and any usage without permission is a breach of copyright.