Every
day I spend my time drinking wine, feeling fine…
Waiting
here to find the sign that I can understand, yes, I am.
In
the days between the hours, ivory towers,
Bloody
flowers push their hands into the air…
I
don’t care if I ever know, there I go.
Don’t
push your love too far.
Your
wounds won’t leave a scar.
Right
now is where you are…
In
a broken dream!
Did
someone bow their head?
Did
someone break the bread?
Good
people are in bed before nine o’clock.
On
the pad before my eyes, paper cries, telling lies,
The
promises you gave from the grave of a broken heart…
Hmmm…
Every
day I spend my time drinking wine, feeling fine…
Waiting
here to find the sign that I can understand, yes, I am.
Oooooh!
I
sit here in my lonely room…
Don’t
push your love too far.
You
know your wounds won’t even leave a scar.
Right
now is where you are…
In
a broken dream!
And
don’t forget what I said?
Hoooooo!
Ivory
towers…
Bloody flowers