3000 Flowers Paroles

scars where its talons used to be

i was a slow learner
and i moved in flourishes
i was a late bloomer
i moved in flourishes
last man on the scene
fresh face on a dying scene
one hundreth of a wet black bough
one hundreth of a wet black bough
one hundreth of a wet black bough

i was clytemnestra on a good day
dispensing wisdom to the uninitiated
the initiates brought out in tumbrels
shat out by the dawn
shat out by the dawn
shat out by the dawn

and like a woman i was kept and the sky
still reigns
supreme over the land
as the music lovers
sat cross-legged in the sand
and in time and in space
and in other words in a band
too much like churchgoers

and the sky
still reigns
supreme over the land
as the music lovers
sat cross-legged in the sand
and in time and in space
and in other words in the band
too much like destroyers of themselves