Ben Kaimana Diamond / Son Stone

Lyrics

You leave me hanging, till the water fills my skin
When I hit the high notes, that’s when you’ll take me in
Do you lay awake at night, and dream about my shape?
Do you plot out all the details, for when you and I escape?
Now the rain is pouring
You say that’s part of your design
And you leave me hangin’ on the vine

Now the preacher he wants me pure, he baptize me
And the maker he wants me sweet, he chaptalize me
Now the pressure’s just too great, I can’t take it any more
I’ve been kicked and picked and stepped on and I’m lyin’ on the floor
What did I do,
For you to treat me so unkind?
I wish you’d left me hangin’ on the vine

You talk about my body, you put me on display in a glass cage
You judge me by my color, and you value me by my age
Well I’ve served your kings and generals, your captains of industry
I’ve been blamed for your sloth and promiscuity
Look across the landscape out of Tuscany, Adelaide or Alpine,
Capetown or Santiago, from the Alsace to the Rhine,
From the summer to late fall you will find me hangin’ on the vine.