Your lips are nettles. Your tongue is wine. You're left as liquid. But your body's pine. You love all sailors. But hate the beach. You say "Come touch me. But you're always out of reach. In the dark you tell me of a flower. that only blooms in the violet hour. Your arms are lovely. Yellow and rose. Your back`s a meadow. Covered in snow. Your thighs are thistles. and hot-house grapes. You breathe your sweet breath. And have me wait. In the dark you tell me of a flower. that it only blooms in the violet hour. I turn the lights out. I clean the sheets. You change the station. Turn up the heat. And now you`re sitting. Upon your chair. You`ve got me tangled up. Inside a beautiful.... In the dark you tell me of a flower. that only blooms in the violet hour. In the dark you tell me of a flower. that only blooms in the violet hour. In the dark you tell me of a flower. that only blooms in the violet hour. In the dark you tell me of a flower. that only blooms in the violet hour