See me a snapshot Narrating my previous life And a mountain of other lies Numbers and letters 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 The balance has been disturbed Time stumbles drunkenly Wild 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
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