Lovers scattered on the floor
Stolen time
Stolen horse
Ride around the fragrant room
Flower in bloom
Violet
Like a sigh to my naked eye
But my eyes are not shy
I want to see you
Violet
She comes softly like a breeze
Like a ghost
Falling leaves
Like the silence after violence
In the last light of day
She comes softly like a breeze
Like a ghost
Falling leaves
Like the silence after violence
In the last light of day
Violet plays
Violet plays
Ride around the fragrant room
Flower in bloom
Violet
Like a sigh to my naked eye
But my eyes are not shy
I want to see you
Violet
Through the window
Past the steering wheel
Beneath the knees
As the faithful kneel
Riding inter-cities on the train
At the edge
Of usual gray
Between the lines of poetry
In all the places spirits are seen
Violet
Violet
She comes softly like a breeze
Like a ghost
Falling leaves
Like the silence after violence
In the last light of day
She comes softly like a breeze
Like a ghost
Falling leaves
Like the silence after violence
In the last light of day
Violet plays
Violet plays
Violet plays
Violet plays