Letras
Passion fruit moons
And long looping tunes
Like threads
Knitted 'round my ankles
And my wrists
Freshly kissed
Leathery skins
Fine papery lines
'Round eyes
Shading in the hollows
Sunlight crimes
Times own vines
Bring me fruit
Don't buy me diamonds
With pears, I'm on a par
I'm afraid of the devils
That outlives me
But your flowers die with me
Myrica Rubra
Trumps diamonds and rubies
Your jewels Strung around my neck now
Earthly gleam Priceless dreams
Our bright sun is laughing
And winking and dancing
'Round us Seeing how we wither and we wilt
Moons beam silk
Bring me fruit
Don't buy me diamonds
With pears, I'm on par
I'm afraid of the devils
That outlive me
But your flowers die with me