In The Arms Of Flowers [Out Of A Black Cloud Came A Bird, 2010, Sleep Like Wolves, UK] (Alternative Rock, Folk)
I had a pen she said But it's broke it's bereft Without it's hand I don't understand I don't understand
I'm giving in to the deluge of age Shit off a shovel And shit by the spade Where does the colour go when flowers grow old? In my darkest hour I lie down in the arms of these flowers
But the grass is so soft like hair In our crumpled skirts we sit there Wet and licking the quivering air The voluptuous air
I'm giving in to the deluge of age Shit off a shovel And shit by the spade Where does the colour go when flowers grow old? In my darkest hour I lie down in the arms of these flowers
Herein pornography Two tear inevitably A butterfly so delicately On her wet lips slips and she sucks it in And she sucks it in