When your dream flowers die, you wonder why
And when the black chairs fall, I know it’s true
Cuz your costume’s in your mind, turning blue
And as the season’s hypnotized, I stay on tune

And when the locusts fill the sky, I break on through
And when the oceans are dry, I forget you
When the dream flowers die
I don’t want your love in vain

When your dream flowers die

I don’t want to feel the same

And your black powder rain makes me cry
And your dark wooden hands don’t feel my pain
And your angel disguise’s wearing thin
And the lust between your thighs is damaging

And your ruby lips won’t lie but love me true

When your dream flowers die