Horse the Band
The Legend of the Flower of Woe
This I know, there is one who captures me
For an age I stared at the heart of the moon;
Rise and fall rise and fall
I close my eyes I wish for freedom when I open my eyes
I found myself asleep
The emptiness of my eyes the memory whispers seductively
Worlds away worlds away worlds away

Trying to forget I looked in the heart of each perfect star each so full of myriad wonders of their own
But in the night one cannot deny her
There can be (no) shadows without her defining light
My life became a dream as it sank
Into the void of the fantasy I constructed
From her intangible attributes from which I awoke
I had to again learn to see

She is cold, she does not have the power to sustain my life, upon her I would die
Love non-absolute love. Love imperfect love
Love non-absolute love. Love imperfect love
An inner closeness a mutual respect the power of trust
The thunder of laughter shared words
We are the same, we are so different

I dared not look at her speak to her but I did
I dared not look at her speak to her but I did
This one fear; it was like an open wound!
Fact's a fact, man was not meant for the moon!

We are so close; the distance between us is a kiss
A kiss that does not exist, a soft gentle petal flying on the wild wings of the wind
A single petal from the gentle grace of the flower of woe
May we all vomit at the stench of its perfume