Flowers on the wall after the fall,
Blooming like the flowers of Eden,
It’s like lying on the bottom of a swimming pool,
A busted saint or just a fool,
He’s thinking all this while the serpent lies sleeping,
He lies there and listens to the hissing of his lover’s steady breathing,
Like ocean waves that touch shore and retreat,
On her own little island in this vast empty sea,
All covered in her crazy quilt of dreams.
And he burns for her,
Just a comfort creature, she’s not even a friend, oh no,
He burns for her,
This technicolor double-feature, another night of unoriginal sin,
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
Flowers on the wall blooming after the fall,
Like paradise lost just to spite him,
Giving so little to want so much,
So little feeling for all that touch,
Says he’s looking for love, or something that feels just like it,
That’s what he told his wife,
He wants the deed back to his life,
She could no longer hold him,
And the wind’s moving over the face of the deep,
And the face of this stranger in oblivious sleep,
The wages of sin is death, and in this moment he knows it.
He burns for her,
Burning all his bridges, choking on the fumes, yeah,
He burns for her,
Ashes to ashes, he is totally consumed,
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
And he burns for her,
Just a comfort creature, she’s not even a friend, (ashes to ashes)
Oh, he burns for her,
Technicolor double-feature, ashes to ashes, whoa.
He burns for her, he burns for her.
He burns for her, whoa,
He burns for her, whoa,
He burns for her, whoa,
He burns for her, whoa,
Oh, he burns for her,
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