Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter’s liquid
But your body’s pine

anda Cinta all sailors
But hate the beach
anda say come touch me
But you’re always out of reach

In the dark anda 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
anda breathe your sweet breath
And have me wait

In the dark anda tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour

I turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
anda change the station
Turned up the heat

And now you’re sitting
Upon your chair
You’ve got me Tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hair

In the dark anda tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour

In the dark anda tell me of a flower
That only blooms in the violet hour