Lovers scattered on the floor
Stolen time, stolen horse
Ride around fragrant room
Flower in bloom

Violet
Like a sigh to my naked eye
But my eyes are not shy
I want to see you

Violet
She comes softly like a breeze
Like a ghost
Falling leaves

Like the silence after violence
In the last light of day
Violet plays
Violet plays

Through the window
Past the steering wheel
Beneath the knees
As the faithful kneel

Riding inter-cities on the train
At the edge of the usual grey
Between the lines of poetry
In all the places spirits are seen
Violet
Violet