Paroles de Floriography

Our veins are too thin for all our blood to stream at one time the love you let in will die away somewhere in your mind you lost all your sons and killed your daughters with your own doubt so now you are one who caves slowly in as stories spin out caves slowly in as stories spin out in spite of the flood there's something growing in the streamside babies' slippers red like blood that even murky water can't hide you wave them goodbye and say they're nothing but a life spent but it's all just one big lie, there is still earth beneath the pavement there is still earth beneath the pavement