White Petals Black Petrol
It’s like when you see
snow falling.
Then you realise,
it’s actually the white petals of spring
they are falling.
Then you realise,
it’s actually the white petals of spring
they are falling.
It’s the beauty of a dove,
tumbling from the sky.
Or a candle blowing out,
or a red autumn leaf, fading.
tumbling from the sky.
Or a candle blowing out,
or a red autumn leaf, fading.
It’s angelic and demonic;
It’s human
- whatever that is?
Coz I don’t know.
It’s human
- whatever that is?
Coz I don’t know.
It’s my secret.
But everybody knows.
But everybody keeps forgetting.
And it’s crooked, like a beautiful, old, tree.
But everybody knows.
But everybody keeps forgetting.
And it’s crooked, like a beautiful, old, tree.
It’s thick black petrol.
Drifting over white ice.
You set it alight
and suddenly, you have water, and fire.
Drifting over white ice.
You set it alight
and suddenly, you have water, and fire.
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