Violet
Stanley Belton
Lovers sweetly
Falling neatly
I come turning
Past love burning
Screaming silent
Falling violent
Truth held
Lies told
New blood
So old
Sound comes slowly
Cannot know me
Torn out
Made up
Faked out
Used up
You come crying
Eyes out
Smiling
All this sits now
Climb out somehow
Lovers sweetly
Falling neatly
I come turning
Past love burning
Screaming silent
Falling violent
Truth held
Lies told
New blood
So old