Hawksley Workman - Slow Suicide lyrics

We'll lock ourselves next to the dalìs In the peggy guggenheim museum They can go to hell I'm done listening And i don't care if i ever see them Don't paint me strange Just because you think i lost conviction Just get me and my wife On a flight to somewhere in italy Slow suicide by wine We'll change our savings into silver And barter for deer skins of chianti We won't read the news We'll just be dreaming The kind you get on the ligurian sea Don't think i'm insane It's just that my wife and i would like to die on our very own time If we could In italy Slow suicide by wine What if it's weak to grow old? Slow suicide by wine