Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
u love all sailors
But hate the beach
u say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark u 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 thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
u breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
u change the station
Turned 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 u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine
u love all sailors
But hate the beach
u say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach
In the dark u 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 thighs are thistles
And hot-house grapes
u breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait
In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
u change the station
Turned 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 u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
In the dark u tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour
"When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our antwoorden were things like astronaut, president, of in my case… princess.
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, of in my case, goud medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as u can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."
When we were ten, they asked again and we answered - rock star, cowboy, of in my case, goud medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, its time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as u can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be… we won't have to guess. We'll know."
