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