Lyrics

Lilies (p. tuckett, j. curel)


I remember you remember nothing as it seems
You tell the lie to give the lie to truths within my dreams
Eruptions of seductions of the past are like a rack
That stretches me to feel the fact I’ll never get you back



You are one not like the one who booby-trapped my life
But as you are I love more than if I was your wife
I hate you with the love that would be honoured by a ring
And every twisted lovesong that you’ll never hear me sing


I think that you have tried to do your own PR so long now that you think it might be true,
But don’t believe your hype because you’re really not the type to impress more than me and you,
Most guard the postcard of a sunset, tinted pink to the brink of the sinking sea
My picture is like scripture of the person you should be, but Technicolor real to me
chorus

Lilies are the flowers on the coffin of my heart
Voices give me choices like we never were apart
Sections of connections that were never meant to be
The madness of the sadness that you scribbled over me

Manuscripts of men who sit and mark within the dark
Inscriptions of the fictions that I try to learn by heart
Gleaning many meanings that relate you back to us
I’d neutralise my soul for you and never make a fuss

History is mean to me; its promises are hollow
A blueprint for a future that will never ever follow
The past will last, a catalogue of every disgrace
I’d like to take an airbrush to the memory of your face

I might be mad, but so are you if you can’t see I’m like the candles on your birthday cake,
You’re growing older dear and I bear witness to the years, despite the lies that you half-bake
Too many of me for you to count, don’t get too near or try to blow me out, You’ll only reignite the flame that smoulders in my heart, burning us up with a breathless shout
chorus
Lilies are the flowers on the coffin of my heart
Voices give me choices like we never were apart
Sections of connections that were never meant to be
The madness of the sadness that you scribbled over me