Flowers And Rust

She's been a loner ever since she gave in

To the lingering ghost of her past

And she was doing everything she could to stay still

But the grip of its hold was to last

She became

A wanderer

A foreigner

A living lost cause

In the shade and dark corridors

Stories would tell that she was, yea

Born with a curse

Turning diamonds to dust

Diamonds to dust

An innocent world to withered flowers and rust

Flowers and rust

I don't remember the day when she fell

My only memory as far as I can tell

Is the trembling of my hands when they held

Withered flowers with her farewell

I became

A charlatan

A bohemian

A clown without shame

Wide awake and in delirium

I can hear myself calling her name, yea

Born with a curse

Turning diamonds to dust

Diamonds to dust

An innocent world to withered flowers and rust

Clearly I was

Born with a curse

Turning diamonds to dust

Diamonds to dust

An innocent world to withered flowers and rust

Flowers and rust