Your lips are nettles
Your tongue is wine
Your laughter's liquid
But your body's pineYou love all sailors
But hate the beach
You say "Come touch me"
But you're always out of reachIn the dark you tell me of a flower
that only blooms in the violet hourYour arms are lovely
Yellow and rose
Your back's a meadow
Covered in snowYour thighs are thistles
and hot-house grapes
You breathe your sweet breath
And have me waitIn the dark you tell me of a flower
that only blooms in the violet hourI turn the lights out
I clean the sheets
You change the station
Turn up the heatAnd now you're sitting
Upon your chair
You've got me tangled up
Inside your beautiful black hairIn the dark you tell me of a flower
that only blooms in the violet hourIn the dark you tell me of a flower
that only blooms in the violet hourIn the dark you tell me of a flower
that only blooms in the violet hourIn the dark you tell me of a flower
that only blooms in the violet hour