your lips are nettles   your tongue is wine   your laughter's liquid   but your body is 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 have(half?)grapes   you breathe a sweet breath and have me wait      in the dark you tell me of a flower   that only blooms in the violet hour      i turn the lights out   i clean the sheets    you change the station    turned up the heat   and now you're setting upon your chair   you got me tangled up inside your beautiful black hair      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