I’ve got pockets full of flowers
I picked up just for you
And the pages in the book are
Full of them and dust
And my bags are full of ribbons
But you never forget one
You’ve got brain full of ideas
And you’ve got no trust
Thousands of eyes in your face
But not from the auditorium and not from here
Millions of graves in your fate
And now we are shouting over the violin
Saying “Violet, Violet, Violet!
Better get your hair tied up!
The reader know you’re tired of
The shit that goes around
Dear writer, writer, writer
Would you be so kind?
Let all the dirty violence
Stay behind her now”
You’ve got a burned down house
I’ve got fire in my heart
You’ve got several sad memories
I’ve got pages ripped apart
You’ve got an enormous fortune
But no luck at all
Just close your eyes and realise
It’s not ashes it’s just snow
Thousands of eyes in your face
But not from the auditorium and not from here
Millions of graves in your fate
And now we are shouting over the violin
Singing “Violet, Violet, Violet
We’ll stay by your side
When villains are out of sight
World is still not quiet”
I know, Violet, Violet, Violet
You spent the whole night crying
You don’t wanna break the silence
But you know this is right
Yeah, you know this is right
Yeah, you know
This is
Violet!
Violet!
Violet!
Violet