Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
You're left as 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 thighs are thistles
And hot-house 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 a beautiful...


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