Arrest this woman. Showered under some tears. When no light shines. But the garden's in bloom. For every fragile light. Is marked by clouds. Cast from grey memories. And time is feeling like a scraping wind. A distant frost a murmured spring. And though I never feel an older's wrath. Convention seems an easier path. Under the sheltered morning. The emperor longs the frame. For whoever turned the light on. I thank you. Arrest these orchids. That hide behind the light. Until the morning comes. Arrest this woman. My shelter from the night. Arrest these orchids. There's something gone. Arrest these orchids. There's nothing blooming. Arrest these orchids. There's something gone. Arrest these orchids