The Connells - Queen Of Charades lyrics

I remember who Venus held in her arms I can call up some things she would say But all I envision are the saddest things Tearfilled eyelashes Fanning flames to ashes In a game of charades She's bigger than virtue Sadder than hope You could set sail on the things she would say But all I remember is like a tapestry Miles of inventions way before engines In a game of charades And do you refuse to play I think you nearly got the better of me Do you refuse to play I think you nearly lost one dearly The queen of charades Saturday's venus Held on the lawn Eyeshadows, sinews and veins It's all so familiar in this bag of things With mixed up intentions Deep dark indentions And the queen of charades