The Ghost of Flowers Past - Moon Safari

I saw you dance alone down the waterline

You were searching for secrets lost in the setting sun

I said just wait a while and you’ll understand

How the wintry warlord gave poets another try

To figure the reasons why, it takes a laugh and a half to unveil your scarlet

eyes

She returned, was wearing that rose so well

Broke down and cried because of the sun that had been up all day

At the movies there would have been rain

Oh, the bittersweet irony, rain replaced by tears

Ain’t it funny how some things, look so different from afar

When it comes to me and you

The mirror stole our perfect view

Now there is nothing left we can do

And the story is done at last

For the ghost of flowers past

I saw you shape the wings of a butterfly

Until the colors fit like a puzzle already done

But who am I to question the grand design

Another headstone written to fix every broken rhyme

Carved in the hands of time, for the singer inside to remind us of your life

In a place where nothing is real, let me tell you how I feel

Didn’t know which heart to mend

So here’s a drink to absent friends, for a love that never did end

And the story is done at last, for the ghost of flowers past

Memories of yesteryear, is a part of you we’ll travel here

Now the curtains call this day upon us

So ride this wave on wings of wondering

Why those scarlet eyes still haunt me today

Back to the first day of summer

The flowers that past greet the sunlight

Again with a song, sung by angels of love

Who am I now?

In the distance I hear broken words

Calling me to the rhythmless core

Trapped forever, in love with the girl on the shore

In a place where nothing is real, I feel like telling you just why

We all drink to absent friends, and for a love that never dies

Ain’t it funny how the mirrors make sure perfect never last

It all starts and ends right here with you, my ghost of flowers past

I saw you dance alone down the waterline

You were searching for secrets lost in the setting sun

I saw you shape the wings of a butterfly

Now the riddle fits like a puzzle already done

Though life had just begun

I will meet you again on the shores where lovers run