I felt like dead flowers in a vase Which somebody forgot to throw away Still standing here on public display All wilted and decayed
Wilted by darkness, wilted by thirst Wilted by darkness, wilted by thirst And then you came
You said I was a piece of art Wild, complex and dark You called me a magical bouquet With opium poppy and wolfsbane Thorny roses and Nerium Such a beautiful delirium
I felt like dead flowers in a vase Badly and sadly arranged Hanging low in full disgrace All wilted and strange
Wilted by darkness, wilted by thirst Wilted by darkness, wilted by thirst And then you came
You said I was a piece of art Wild, complex and dark You called me a magical bouquet With opium poppy and wolfsbane Thorny roses and Nerium Such a beautiful delirium
You said I was a piece of art Wild, complex and dark You called me a magical bouquet With opium poppy and wolfsbane
You said I looked like a painting Mysterious and fascinating You called me a magical bouquet With hemlock and deadly nightshade Thorn apple and lily of the valley Quite unusual, quite uncanny Thorny roses and Nerium Such a beautiful deliriumTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
