The roses fall and, bruised, breathe of passion
Heady scent surges silent through the sun
With you I feel I've had all my ration
Of attention: you make me so undone
The garden smells like bay leaves (remember)
I'm revelling in the way my skin burns
I miss the smoky trace of you (I do)
You are the lesson that I never learned
Know that the soft wind floods me with forget
Pictures of you rush away like hot days
Alone again because I'm not hooked yet
And I hope you know that you'll be rephrased
(Remind yourself) I always have to win
But sweetheart, is that really such a sin?