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 [bad word] 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