Paroles de Violetta

Violetta is a mad bird
I pick flowers as they bloom out of her eyes
The weather is harsh
& the weather is mild

Violetta is a mad bird
She can't hold a grudge or forget how to fly
The weather is harsh
& the weather is mild

Ferry me across the ocean of looking-glass fire
And along the writhing road to paradise

O this gift of life
A sweet bouquet with fangs
A wish granted at a shackling price

Violetta is a mad bird
I pick flowers as they bloom out of her eyes
The weather is harsh
& the weather is mild