Sweet in the daylight, comes your miracle shower,
You send a raindrop every hour...

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

Time held my fingers
She cupped my palm...

Imagine a world in a test tube,
So complex, yet impossibly fragile...

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

I've been rummaging around in these days of late,
To find an emotion that's up to date...

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

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

There's dirt on my hands mum
There's dirt in my hair...

So many words that I could use,
But I only choose those three...

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

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