Beat: Emancipator (D. Appling) Lyrics: Witness (J. Parr) Add. Vocals: Eve Grice
And I tremble, like the fingers on a violin like i'm writing down the meaning of my life with a dying pen She would linger like the fragrance of a summer time rain and left around the same time the butterflies came In the shade from the clay carafe we'd drink wine from the vineyards of the grapes of wrath i'd draw blood from my fingertips on blades of grass so i could illustrate her silhoutte on panes of glass but, our little lilac petals would wilt before the autumn fell asleep beneath an ivory quilt if i could rebuild the skies, with a bottle a milk then I would finger paint the clouds that would hide in the hills She said
"These are days where we should be alone But, our time has gone Ice and concrete where flowers should have grown"
And it fades like a mother's summer dress in the sun Like the stained glass promise that we kept on our tongues Underdeveloped and young, with initials in an oak tree Looking for a meadow where they said the willows don't weep There was a cold breeze whipping through the prairie That would carry all the rose seeds through the cemetery But apparently they'll never be buried before the frost And she said she had a heart can't be married by the cross So when the cedars seemed to smother under chalk dust We would lose the comfort of a summer's lost love and the colors that would dye the skin in December, as i tremble like the fingers on a violin