Sepia snapshot Narrating my previous life And a mountain of other lies Numbers and letters Surfacing from a sea of Treacle blackened stone And carrying me back home I hear the language of flowers And now i dont hear anything else Voices from nowhere seducing me To all the lyrics of the world My balance has been disturbed Time stumbles drunkenly While lives are frozen Until theyre born again Ripening in the sun I hear the language of flowers And now i dont hear anything else I wasnt cut out for this But my heart was I wasnt cut out for this
language, hear, narrating, drunkenly, treacle