Smoke and Flowers
Smoke and Flowers
Bowing to dying red roses that once graced her hand,
The dream had now ended-- there went the master plan.
The blueprints took up too many hours
Now they're ashes buried under smoke and flowers.
Buried under smoke and flowers,
Buried under smoke and flowers.
She looked to be the one, the muse you seeked,
Her beauty is alluring, her voice echoes mystique.
Picking blossoms from her garden bower
You come across a strange boquet of smoke and flowers.
What is taking shape here you sit and wonder,
Just when the answer appears your work is torn asunder.
Into a corner you ball up and cower
The fire has started burning under smoke and flowers.
Burning under smoke and flowers,
Burning under smoke and flowers.
The muse has become upset, a threat was posed,
Either you go along with her or truth will be exposed.
She has you trapped and all the power
There's no way to refuse those smoke and flowers.
You labor terribly long to quell this muse,
Number one on a famous list, she is not amused.
Your secret's crust will be devoured
Left revealed and alone holding smoke and flowers.
Alone holding smoke and flowers,
Alone holding smoke and flowers.
She left you all alone in a swirl of dust,
Raped of your pride and devoid of any trust.
By yourself in a crumbling tower
Making a shrine of those smoke and flowers.
Bowing to dying red roses that once graced her hand,
The dream has just ended-- there goes the master plan.
The blueprints wasted too many hours
Now they're ashes buried under smoke and flowers.
Buried under smoke and flowers,
Buried under smoke and flowers.
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