Paroles de The Violet Hour
Your lips are nettlesYour tongue is wine
Your laugher'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 waiting
In the dark you tell me of a flower
that only blooms in the violet hour
And now you`re sitting
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
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 waiting
In the dark you tell me of a flower
that only blooms in the violet hour
And now you`re sitting
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
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