Satire's Inn Lyrics

Living in the past hoping it would last this time

Fingers through her hair remembering to care it's fine

Started with a dance taking every chance to show

That If I ever hide the feelings down inside she'll know

That she is not just sweet and low

She's the way that

The flowers grow

Or the rain

Slightly kissed on your nose

She's my brain

At least all I've ever known

Dying for her now thinking of just how she feels

Finger to my name remembering the blame is real

Ended with a cry start to wonder why she chose

To leave it all behind the feelings that I tried to show

That she is not just sweet and low

She's the way that

The flowers grow

Or the rain

Kissed upon your nose

She's my brain

At least all I've ever known