Language of Flowers - Pale Saints

Sepia snapshot

Narrating my previous life

And a mountain of other lies

Numbers and letters

Surfacing from a sea of

Treacle blackened stone

And carrying me back home

I hear the language of flowers

And now i don’t hear anything else

Voices from nowhere seducing me

To all the lyrics of the world

My balance has been disturbed

Time stumbles drunkenly

While lives are frozen

Until they’re born again

Ripening in the sun

I hear the language of flowers

And now i don’t hear anything else

I wasn’t cut out for this

But my heart was

I wasn’t cut out for this