the violet hours

Your lips are nettles Your tongue is wine
Your 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 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 setting 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