Socrates drank the hemlock 
Perhaps he didn't mind the taste 
I guess it was a noble gesture 
Of maybe it was done in haste
By the blue Aegean 
Like an ancient tune 
Dreams of Mycenaean heroes 
Under a winestained moon 
Under a winestained moon 

You've got this impulsive nature 
Maybe you were born that way 
Sometimes it leads you into danger 
Sometimes you can make it pay 
On a night like this one 
Fly a red balloon 
On an endless beach of summer 
Under a winestained moon 
Under a winestained moon 

You know that I'll be waiting for you 
Even when I'm frail and old 
With hands that shake my wine glass 
And skin like hammered gold 
Hear the water lapping 
Like a drunk bassoon 
Beach umbrellas flapping somewhere 
Under a winestained moon
Under a winestained moon
Under a winestained moon
Under a winestained moon