Ring a rose around its neck -
the thorns are all the love I cave
What happened to the daffodils?
Well, they are playing in the orchard, ready to sin.
I have been gearing gold in granary
Like you carved a piece a me
All that's gone, gone to bits but I really need to see
Your eyes, your blights - I wish to erase in a sweep.
I will raise just a race to rinse you of your reaps
In that time, I will find an orchid for you to win
Just a rail I want to lease
To turn your feathers into frills
Another day, neither here, nor you care
But I will don you on my wit's wheels