it is but a dated flower i bring to you
 
 it is but a violet glistening with dew
 
 for in our hearts our love for you lies unrevealed
 
 a stale romance and the solitude we share
 
 have dragged you to the beach to find me there
 
 every promise undone glittering in the sun
 
 in the golden sway of violence
 
 that morning you came and you stood in disbelief
 
 in longing and shame - the presentiment of grief
 
 to forgive and to define this treachery of mine
 
 you took off your clothes in silence
 
 this sweet blue secrecy, the demands of destiny
 
 now who will serve your pleasure, who will serve your greed?
 
 now that the men you treasured belong to the fleet
 
 and watch the morrow’s tide, that frail and beautiful bride
 
 what a very strange season this is
 
 from the tender ax of springtime, defying the snows
 
 to the streaming summer’s hatchet she rose
 
 now all covered with lime under an indifferent sky
 
 we smother everything in kisses
 
 will we know eternity? will we forge a way to see?
 
 who will serve your pleasure, who will serve your greed?
 
 now that the men you treasured belong to the fleet
 
 and watch the morrow’s tide, that frail and beautiful bride
 
 what a very strange season this is
 
 from the tender ax of springtime, defying the snows
 
 to the streaming summer’s hatchet she rose
 
 now all covered with lime under an indifferent sky
 
 we smother everything in kisses
 
 oh, we smother everything in kisses