It's all hats off now, all drum rolls and applause
door slight of the hand u will turn them into dust
A face to face u will lead them door the fall
A track fiend and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out
It’s all good luck charms
All trying to understand
Indeed inside me will always hope for worse
u say u keep them close by
They're closer than u think
A track fiend and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out
volgende spring will bring u back again
You'll sigh and crack the whip for us
And maybe u will be the one
Who'll draw the line in the sand
For us to crawl
It's all past bats now
All painting gorgeous time
And maybe when the night comes
You'll open up the cage
You'll open up the cage
door slight of the hand u will turn them into dust
A face to face u will lead them door the fall
A track fiend and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out
It’s all good luck charms
All trying to understand
Indeed inside me will always hope for worse
u say u keep them close by
They're closer than u think
A track fiend and the saw dust
You're allowed to stare it out
volgende spring will bring u back again
You'll sigh and crack the whip for us
And maybe u will be the one
Who'll draw the line in the sand
For us to crawl
It's all past bats now
All painting gorgeous time
And maybe when the night comes
You'll open up the cage
You'll open up the cage
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