(m. fritz, d. fritz, o. thornton)  Petals of a gesture fall  Tokens costing her soul  Hat in hand she stands  Under the weight of regret  Little dreams of love  Fade into the dark  In a moonlit room  No happy endings  -CHORUS-  Violet  Little flower, lift your face  Violet  Stand in the shower of grace  Objective eyes can see  Beauty, strike men blind  And sweetness of the kind  The purest kind  She'll never know  Love she deserves  Recognize herself  For all she is worth  (repeat CHORUS)