"The Violet Hour"

[00:05.81] Your lips are nettles,

[00:08.51] Your tongue is wine.

[00:11.23] Your laughter's liquid,

[00:13.66] But your body's pine.

[00:16.30] You love all sailors,

[00:19.05] But hate the beach.

[00:21.57] You say come touch me

[00:24.29] But you're always out of reach....

[00:26.69] In the dark you tell me of the flower

[00:36.81] That only blooms in the violet hour.

[00:48.11] Your arms are lovely,

[00:50.76] Yellow and rose.

[00:53.28] Your back's a meadow,

[00:56.06] Covered in snow.

[00:58.80] Your thigh's are thistles,

[01:01.28] And hot-house grapes.

[01:03.78] You breath your sweet breath

[01:06.53] And have me wait.

[01:08.91] In the dark you tell me of the flower.

[01:18.90] That only blooms in the violet hour.

[02:00.60] I turn the lights out,

[02:03.10] I clean the sheets.

[02:05.88] You change the station,

[02:08.39] Turn up the heat.

[02:11.09] And now your sitting,

[02:13.86] Upon your chair.

[02:16.35] You've got me tangled up,

[02:19.10] Inside your beautiful black hair....

[02:21.24] In the dark you tell me of the flower

[02:31.48] That only blooms in the violet hour

[02:42.31] In the dark you tell me of the flower.

[02:52.46] That only blooms in the violet hour