Lyrics & Poems

There’s a girl across the sky,
And she likes to get high,
As she’s arranging all the flowers for her art.

And the rose is a staple,
For a girl who’s unstable,
She’ll just pick off all the petals in the dark.

Either way leave them at my door,
You know I’ll only ask for more.

She sent them one by one,
And by the time she was done,
I had a room full of roses and ideas.

And rose was pretty,
Though I never felt worthy,
So I gave her something to fear.

Either way leave them at my door,
You know I’ll only ask for more.

Next we danced in the orchard,
Until things got awkward,
And she picked me a orchid for the road.

It’s ok I suppose,
I’ve a room full of Rose,
She’s arranging all the flowers for her art.

(Source: davegerardmusic.com)