I felt like dead flowers in a vase
Which somebody forgot to throw away
Still standing here on public display
All wilted and decayed
Wilted by darkness, wilted by thirst
Wilted by darkness, wilted by thirst
And then you came
You said I was a piece of art
Wild, complex and dark
You called me a magical bouquet
With opium poppy and wolfsbane
Thorny roses and Nerium
Such a beautiful delirium
I felt like dead flowers in a vase
Badly and sadly arranged
Hanging low in full disgrace
All wilted and strange
Wilted by darkness, wilted by thirst
Wilted by darkness, wilted by thirst
And then you came
You said I was a piece of art
Wild, complex and dark
You called me a magical bouquet
With opium poppy and wolfsbane
Thorny roses and Nerium
Such a beautiful delirium
You said I was a piece of art
Wild, complex and dark
You called me a magical bouquet
With opium poppy and wolfsbane
You said I looked like a painting
Mysterious and fascinating
You called me a magical bouquet
With hemlock and deadly nightshade
Thorn apple and lily of the valley
Quite unusual, quite uncanny
Thorny roses and Nerium
Such a beautiful delirium