Song | Odessa |
Artist | Rome |
Album | Flowers From Exile |
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 |