The Petrified Florist

A goofy Libra a drafty car I do believe i've stepped on my guitar
A borrowed bender a liver ends until you've seen it it's really just pretend

A coward's trade a careful foray against the blade a patent
Answer can't wait to get my hands on her

The closing of the coor the blistered buttered roar oh
Callous even hand in the village of the damned

A broken glass the broken table the spitting image if I was able
A frightened bird the written word our daily logic has become absurd

And when you see her smile you live the fever for a little
While you'll never ever leave her my crippled friend