F L O W E R



along her vain parade
along her veins
all of seventeen
eyes a purple green
treated like a queen
she was on borrowed self esteem
she would do her dance
a painful masquerade
spinning you into her web
along her vain parade
in her uniform
studded brass and steel
kissing napkin lipstick stains and smearing sincerity
along her vain parade
along her veins
time crept up on her
shes a lovely grey
her reflection looks concerned
and flowers hit her grave


music by Kim Thayil
lyrics by Chris Cornell
1988 Loud Love Publishing (ASCAP)


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