Your tongue is wine
You're laughter's liquid
But your body's pine
You love all sailors
But hate the beach
You say "Come touch me"
But you're always out of reach
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back's a meadow
Covered in snow
Your eyes are thistles
And have half grapes
You breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
You change the station
Turn up the heat
And now you're sitting
Upon your chair
You've got me tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark you tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your lips are nettles Your tongue is wine You're laughter's liquid But your body's pine You love all sailors But hate the beach You say "Come touch me" But you're always out of reach In the dark you tell me of a flower That only blooms in the violet hour Your arms are lovely Yellow and rose Your back's a meadow Covered in snow Your eyes are thistles And have half grapes You breathe your sweet breath And have me wait In the dark you tell me of a flower That only blooms in the violet hour I turn the lights out I clean the sheets You change the station Turn up the heat And now you're sitting Upon your chair You've got me tangled up Inside your beautiful black hair In the dark you tell me of a flower That only blooms in the violet hour In the dark you tell me of a flower That only blooms in the violet hour In the dark you tell me of a flower That only blooms in the violet hour In the dark you tell me of a flower That only blooms in the violet hour Explain Request ×
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