Lyrics

Old Violet I mourn for you Wither we all do They were so impressed You rode the wave In your wedding dress No sympathy arrows For yesterday's news By scraping the barrel The only life she ever knew Is wasting away She bled to the page "I'm on my own here" Scripture Snaking down her naked eye She won't believe In a single line So she paints a lie The dye applied Every other cry Her lovers abandoned To dandelion sprees With no one to stand in She'll build a wall and plugs the holes That threaten to leak The hinges may creak But still she'll close down Or she'll show her aroma And face her physique A Chestnut Diploma For the all the exhibitionists on Fade Away street In reaching the peak No need to peak down You'll have time enough to kill in the ground