Pretty blossom in the sun
Love like golden hay...

The sweetest secrets keep it warm
In your cool insipid gales...

Weeping, rippling tears of mine
Trickling slowly over time...

She came falling from the clouds that day
In flames of pearly white...

And if she fell for paris
Through loves impatient aim...

I would love to take those words away,
And bury them in the dirt...

Why keep speaking,
When there's not much to say...

With it my mind melts.
Purged of sanity...

Curl up as tight, it'll never rest,
Stop this heart beating right out of this lonely...

Remember when you used to call me all those pretty...
Remember when each one of them meant you'll love...