Violets - Renee Cologne

Watching the trees

Can’t see the street sign for the glass on these

Crosstown bound M14

Band Aid on my knee, I fell

Eyes like pools, swimming in school

I said I liked his bow tie

The first thing he said was Violets

Land upon a bed of Violets

Made him think about Violet

The color of her hair

The air of him

I put down my Voice

Single White So and so seeks mate of choice

Was she young, was she his queen

Paris in May

Hand in hand they stroll the Quay d’Orsay

A breeze blew and he knew

Will I ever find my Violet

Makes me think about Violet

How will I know it’s Violet

The color of her hair

The air of him

Life is written by two

A book of love

Right next door, or far on the shores

You’ll find your true love

Violets

Don’t they have a kind of magic

Rest my head upon Violets

A color that is fair

The air of him

Violets

Land upon a bed of Violets

Rest my head upon Violets

A color that is fair

The air of him