Lovers scattered on the floor Stolen time Stolen horse Ride around the fragrant room Flower in bloom Violet Like a sigh to my naked eye But my eyes are not shy I want to see you Violet She comes softly like a breeze Like a ghost Falling leaves Like the silence after violence In the last light of day She comes softly like a breeze Like a ghost Falling leaves Like the silence after violence In the last light of day Violet plays Violet plays Ride around the fragrant room Flower in bloom Violet Like a sigh to my naked eye But my eyes are not shy I want to see you Violet Through the window Past the steering wheel Beneath the knees As the faithful kneel Riding inter-cities on the train At the edge Of usual gray Between the lines of poetry In all the places spirits are seen Violet Violet She comes softly like a breeze Like a ghost Falling leaves Like the silence after violence In the last light of day She comes softly like a breeze Like a ghost Falling leaves Like the silence after violence In the last light of day Violet plays Violet plays Violet plays Violet plays