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Casey (UK) – Passion Flowers lyrics
Sitting at the corner of our bed
Where the roots of our love had dug themselves deeply into the mattress
But the passion flowers had long since bloomed and died
I sit and stare blankly at the magnolia walls of your room
For somebody so vibrant
You always had such a bland, uninspired eye for decoration
As though the dancing colours in your head
Didn't translate right upon application;
But you did always used to tell me that the neutral space
Would help you unwind once the world had worn you down
I imagine the lives of the lovers who laid their bones here before us
The flaws of their love now laying dormant
Like the burn marks of house fires hidden beneath the fresh wallpaper
Now we too were ready to be painted over
Completely forgotten about save for the scars we carry beneath our poorly fitted clothes
White rags tied to old bones that signal surrender without dignity
A defeat less gracious and more begrudged
Because even children are capable of love; but we weren't
But we fucking weren't
Where the roots of our love had dug themselves deeply into the mattress
But the passion flowers had long since bloomed and died
I sit and stare blankly at the magnolia walls of your room
For somebody so vibrant
You always had such a bland, uninspired eye for decoration
As though the dancing colours in your head
Didn't translate right upon application;
But you did always used to tell me that the neutral space
Would help you unwind once the world had worn you down
I imagine the lives of the lovers who laid their bones here before us
The flaws of their love now laying dormant
Like the burn marks of house fires hidden beneath the fresh wallpaper
Now we too were ready to be painted over
Completely forgotten about save for the scars we carry beneath our poorly fitted clothes
White rags tied to old bones that signal surrender without dignity
A defeat less gracious and more begrudged
Because even children are capable of love; but we weren't
But we fucking weren't
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