| Song | Odessa |
| Artist | Rome |
| Album | Flowers From Exile |
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| it is but a dated flower i bring to you | |
| it is but a violet glistening with dew | |
| for in our hearts our love for you lies unrevealed | |
| a stale romance and the solitude we share | |
| have dragged you to the beach to find me there | |
| every promise undone glittering in the sun | |
| in the golden sway of violence | |
| that morning you came and you stood in disbelief | |
| in longing and shame - the presentiment of grief | |
| to forgive and to define this treachery of mine | |
| you took off your clothes in silence | |
| this sweet blue secrecy, the demands of destiny | |
| now who will serve your pleasure, who will serve your greed? | |
| now that the men you treasured belong to the fleet | |
| and watch the morrow’s tide, that frail and beautiful bride | |
| what a very strange season this is | |
| from the tender ax of springtime, defying the snows | |
| to the streaming summer’s hatchet she rose | |
| now all covered with lime under an indifferent sky | |
| we smother everything in kisses | |
| will we know eternity? will we forge a way to see? | |
| who will serve your pleasure, who will serve your greed? | |
| now that the men you treasured belong to the fleet | |
| and watch the morrow’s tide, that frail and beautiful bride | |
| what a very strange season this is | |
| from the tender ax of springtime, defying the snows | |
| to the streaming summer’s hatchet she rose | |
| now all covered with lime under an indifferent sky | |
| we smother everything in kisses | |
| oh, we smother everything in kisses |
| it is but a dated flower i bring to you | |
| it is but a violet glistening with dew | |
| for in our hearts our love for you lies unrevealed | |
| a stale romance and the solitude we share | |
| have dragged you to the beach to find me there | |
| every promise undone glittering in the sun | |
| in the golden sway of violence | |
| that morning you came and you stood in disbelief | |
| in longing and shame the presentiment of grief | |
| to forgive and to define this treachery of mine | |
| you took off your clothes in silence | |
| this sweet blue secrecy, the demands of destiny | |
| now who will serve your pleasure, who will serve your greed? | |
| now that the men you treasured belong to the fleet | |
| and watch the morrow' s tide, that frail and beautiful bride | |
| what a very strange season this is | |
| from the tender ax of springtime, defying the snows | |
| to the streaming summer' s hatchet she rose | |
| now all covered with lime under an indifferent sky | |
| we smother everything in kisses | |
| will we know eternity? will we forge a way to see? | |
| who will serve your pleasure, who will serve your greed? | |
| now that the men you treasured belong to the fleet | |
| and watch the morrow' s tide, that frail and beautiful bride | |
| what a very strange season this is | |
| from the tender ax of springtime, defying the snows | |
| to the streaming summer' s hatchet she rose | |
| now all covered with lime under an indifferent sky | |
| we smother everything in kisses | |
| oh, we smother everything in kisses |
| it is but a dated flower i bring to you | |
| it is but a violet glistening with dew | |
| for in our hearts our love for you lies unrevealed | |
| a stale romance and the solitude we share | |
| have dragged you to the beach to find me there | |
| every promise undone glittering in the sun | |
| in the golden sway of violence | |
| that morning you came and you stood in disbelief | |
| in longing and shame the presentiment of grief | |
| to forgive and to define this treachery of mine | |
| you took off your clothes in silence | |
| this sweet blue secrecy, the demands of destiny | |
| now who will serve your pleasure, who will serve your greed? | |
| now that the men you treasured belong to the fleet | |
| and watch the morrow' s tide, that frail and beautiful bride | |
| what a very strange season this is | |
| from the tender ax of springtime, defying the snows | |
| to the streaming summer' s hatchet she rose | |
| now all covered with lime under an indifferent sky | |
| we smother everything in kisses | |
| will we know eternity? will we forge a way to see? | |
| who will serve your pleasure, who will serve your greed? | |
| now that the men you treasured belong to the fleet | |
| and watch the morrow' s tide, that frail and beautiful bride | |
| what a very strange season this is | |
| from the tender ax of springtime, defying the snows | |
| to the streaming summer' s hatchet she rose | |
| now all covered with lime under an indifferent sky | |
| we smother everything in kisses | |
| oh, we smother everything in kisses |