You’re softly breathing
I’m slowly falling
You’re hiding my bones.
Under golden stones.
I see my fall in your eyes,
The streams of the rain,
I see blue green butterflies
But I feel no pain
I see the leaves of the life
Twirling in the wind
Again, and again.
You burn my body
In your fireplace.
I was just a tree
In a state of grace.
I see my fall in your eyes,
The streams of the rain,
I see blue green butterflies
But I feel no pain,
I see the leaves of the life
Twirling in the wind
Again, and again.
I see my fall in your eyes,
The streams of the rain,
I see blue green butterflies
But I feel no pain,
I see the leaves of the life
Twirling in the wind
Again,
Again, and again.
"Flower Of Life" yanks riot grrrl south through the unmistakable garage psych sound indispensable to the last 20-odd years of rock music out of Los Angeles. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 2, 2023