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Language of Flowers lyrics

See me a snapshot
Narrating my previous life
And a mountain of other lies
Numbers and letters and letters
Surfacing from a sea of
Treacle blackened stone(? )
And carrying me back home
I hear the language of flowers
And now I don't hear anything else

Voices from nowhere seducing me

The balance has been disturbed
Time stumbles drunkenly
Wild lives are frozen(? )
Until they're born again
Ripening in the sun
I hear the language of flowers
And now I don't hear anything else

I wasn't cut out for this
But my heart was(? )
I wasn't cut out for this

Language of Flowers Video

PALE SAINTS ~ Language of Flowers: 'THE COMFORTS OF MADNESS' (1990). LISTEN LOUD. Ian Masters - vocals & bass. Graeme Naysmith - guitar. Chris Cooper - drums. See me as snapshots (?) narrating... (video from YouTube)

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