Petals and flowers…
Petals and flowers…
Petals and flowers…
In the park, getting dark, eating the heat
There’s an eye in the sky, melting your feet
You see a chick, who starts to nick the petals and flowers
She starts to joke and then provoke the Dance of the Hours
It’s all down to a midsummer night’s scene
It’s all down to a Shakespearian dream
In her face there’s a place disfigured with love
Her hands are white, like the night encased in a glove
She s tarts to swing and watches you nick petals and flowers
She starts to joke and then evokes the Dance of the Hours
It’s all down to a midsummer night’s scene
It’s all down to a Shakespearian dream