The Pressed Violet

[Intro]
[Verse]
Dust motes dance in light
Vellum pages, gold and white
Cold ink on the shelf
I am talking to myself
Between the lines of verse
Time is both a gift and curse
[Pre-Chorus]
A purple stain on the page
From a far and distant age
The paper is brittle and thin
Let the memory begin
[Chorus]
The violet in the book
From the secret path we took
By the ivy on the wall
Where we risked it all
In the garden, soft and green
Where we loved and were unseen
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, the garden
Oh, the secret
Still I keep it
In the quiet
[Verse]
Nylon strings hum low
Where the wild roses grow
You whispered in my ear
Words the world should never hear
Your hand upon my waist
In a sweet and holy haste
[Pre-Chorus]
The spinet echoes through the hall
Shadows stretching on the wall
I find the flower you gave
Rising from its paper grave
[Chorus]
The violet in the book
From the secret path we took
By the ivy on the wall
Where we risked it all
In the garden, soft and green
Where we loved and were unseen
[Bridge]
The horn sounds a lonely note
Tightness in my velvet throat
Now the garden gate is locked
And the cradle is unrocked
Only ghosts remain to play
In the light of fading day
[Verse]
You read a verse of grace
Sunlight fell upon your face
You plucked this little bloom
Long before this quiet room
You tucked it in the spine
To say that you were mine
[Chorus]
The violet in the book
From the secret path we took
By the ivy on the wall
Where we risked it all
In the garden, soft and green
Where we loved and were unseen
[Post-Chorus]
Oh, the garden
Oh, the secret
Still I keep it
In the quiet
[Outro]