Your Own Spell

I see you're soaking up praise while we're gasping for rain

Run indoors now, lest you shoulder the blame

Save your water, kill the roses

Save your precious water, kill the roses

Summer drought, it's all your own spell

Don't waste your water, kill the roses

Arriving late in church, your dress is soaked

Don't you look miserable

Pinned to the dress - oh, look - a dry white rose

You should be proud

Summer drought, it's all your own spell