tales tell Eves tears turned to lilies of the valley as she was cast from the Garden of eden
well babe you already know my name
and my tears, oh you’ve seen them

so don’t you go and hang your head
lilly of the valley style
for when i come,
i come to say goodbye

i wanted to give you my life
but babe now i’m scared that you’ll take it
there ain’t a strong bone in my body
and ain’t a gentle one in yours
so when you come on here to greet me
i come on out for one last time

to see you hang your head
lilly of the valley style
for when i come,
i come to say goodbye

and if i cry babe
we’ll have
sweetly scented
bell shaped
goodbyes

for your head to hang
lilly of the valley style
for when i come,
i come to say goodbye

melancholy tunes,
smiling faces,
the warmth of flames around you

in all of the dark places
where we play like we do

nothing changes
but our melancholy tunes,

the smiling faces,
on all of the cold stages
where we play like we do,

i still feel the warmth
of flames around you

i gotta stay sober,
you’re an ******  
you’re killing me,
it gets me in a euphoric state
you’re too persuasive,
***** poppy,
your spell casts perfectly in my body
and you make me your dolly

You came to me in my dream,
dressed in shiny red and seeds
and for a second
i forgot all about my needs,
your language was something man can’t speak
and your shape was simply just a lead,
in reality you rest on my chest
by my beads

forests green embrace my mind
the harsh branches look soft from the meadows behind
in fleeting moments birds shadows pass
and the trees move,
a hypnotizing dance
a melody’s whispering from afar
“the deeper the trees go the deeper they are”
i’ll try and listen to the songbirds warn
not to get lost in your hazel charms

amidst snowy meadows and frosty twigs
midnight shadows
your skin is winter kissed
i long to taste your icy lips

in midnight shadows
i see you white
in midnight shadows
a man of ice

Warm night gloom paint the living room
and Lady red cast a stare
a dead flower still in bloom!
my heavy hearted tune

Lady red holds her stare
and trace a finger on her glass,
as she breaks her empty glare
her eyes wander to what’s not there

a whine glass stained in red
she lets the last drop swirl around
making tears for her wine to shed
before she puts it down

Lady red in my mommas clothing
Lady red you’re not unloving
Lady red i’m not tryin to smother
but Lady red i miss my mother