Socrates drank the hemlock
Perhaps he didn't mind the taste
I guess it was a noble gesture

Or maybe it was done in haste
By the blue Aegean
Like an ancient tune

Dreams of Mycenaean heroes
Under a wine-stained moon
Under a wine-stained 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 wine-stained moon
Under a wine-stained 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 wine-stained moon
Under a wine-stained moon

Under a wine-stained moon
Under a wine-stained moon