Lyrics

Deformed flowers standing gracious in a field.
While a thistle tries to rule.
Plantations made for season’s bounded output.
While the morning owns a jewel.

Well I’m anxious ‘bout the briefs you layed beside.
Once were a gift from me.
Can’t fall asleep, ‘cause your answers are to quiet.
Still ain’t found our lovin’tree.

I’m climbing up the wall, when she’ll be back again.

I’m bloodthirsty but there’re pips inside my juice.
Guess it’s made for me to choke.
Heard your footsteps, while I’m playing pessimistic.
Said I’m shaped for an overdose.

Then I found you standing naked in the crowd.
And everyones attent.
You moist your lips, and satisfy thier glances.
They’ll impound you in the end.