Pressed Wildflowers Songtext
von Tim Cameron

Through the grain, I see you blazing like a warhead
Glory morning lays its crown upon your forehead, and
Daisies pray to the grey immortal spires
That my memory will one day drown in fire

Swim the lake, for soon we′ll drain it into verses
Lose our muscle while we exorcise our curses, and
Driving home, the wheel will spin to winter
As these troubled trees grow ever thinner

Oh, the perfume of our bower
Fading like a leaf in a book of pressed wildflowers


Doing battle with a body that abhors you
Find your feet inside the steps that I cut for you
The morning glory rings its bell upon the hour
But my memory is always late to muster

Round every corner, that kaleidoscope is turning
Someone whispers, is there beauty in the burning?

But oh, the perfume of our bower
Fading like a leaf in a book of pressed wildflowers
And oh, will we ever see such friends again?
Scattered to the breeze, never resting in one place again

If you're lucky, you′ll remember what you lose
(Enough to braid the best of your tattoos)
And watch the grey immortal towers sink into the blue
Said if you're lucky, you'll remember what you lose
But me, I grow so easily confused
And the days, they die like wildflowers pressed beneath my shoes