Sweet Lady of Flowers

Through dark sunglasses I see your painted face
Hunted down by dogs, on the run for time
Your hands, they're letting go, you're losing grip
As you slip into the ravine of the mountain we used to climb
The train will not leave till four past midnight
And I've already got you bound tightly to the tracks
I used to watch you gather flowers on the sweet banks of the roses
But nowadays I just gotta have to watch my back
I'm brain-dead and you're a widow now, you wove your web around me
Then you poisoned me, now I'm one foot in the grave
I should've known not to trust you no more
When you claimed to know your way inside the caves
Where the stone cold darkness, it buries you alive
But first your skin turns white, and for a while you survive
But not your sanity

Chorus Sweet lady of flowers, come out in the sun
Let her dry your tears and take away your sadness
Sweet lady of flowers, come out in the sun
Let her warm you, let her blind you, oh come on!

Bones out in the desert, shipwrecks on the bottom of the ocean
Everywhere I see your trail of love
Your gazing, deep green eyes, your pale blue lips, your thin hair black as coal
I can't remember what I was ever thinking of
On holy ground I cursed you when you lost your little cross of silver
Which you used to wear around your neck
I read a quick word of farewell in your last will
But then, pointing to your safe, you told me to put it back
And the inheritance I shared with your sister and the rest
But guilt only I carry, now that I'm alone at last
But can it really be forever?

Chorus Sweet lady of fires, come out in the sun
Let her take away your sins and worship madness
Sweet lady of fires, come out in the sun
Let her warm you, let her burn you, oh come on!

Now I see your ghost a-wandering out in the fields
In the moonlight, among the insects, wondering where to creep
The greatest joke I ever heard was your matrimonial vows
That till eternity the priest said you would keep
Now I know there is no paradise and seeing you again I realize
You never believed so, well, now it's too late
You may dress well, speak good English, you may have silver in your pockets
But it don't matter, I've already closed the gates
I still can't remember the two of us holding hands
Overlooking the garden high up from the tower
You were too busy with your politics, your plastic world, your adrenaline addicts
To notice the sweet scent of blooming flowers
The flowers I grew in the shadow of your heart
It was only a silhouette, I know, now that we're apart
To but a figment of memory, fare thee well

Chorus Sweet lady of flowers, come out in the sun
Let her heal you and take away your madness
Sweet lady of flowers, come out in the sun
Let her follow you, let her haunt you, oh come on!

© Tale 1995, 2002. Performed by Tale/Theo Niessink. Written by Theo Niessink.