Petals and flowers...
 Petals and flowers...

 In the park, getting dark, eating the heat
 There's an eye in the sky, melting your feet
 You see a chick, who starts to nick the petals and flowers
 She starts to joke and then provoke the Dance of the Hours

 It's all down to a midsummer night's scene
 It's all down to a Shakespearian dream

 In her face there's a place disfigured with love
 Her hands are white, like the night encased in a glove
 She s tarts to swing and watches you nick petals and flowers
 She starts to joke and then evokes the Dance of the Hours

 It's all down to a midsummer night's scene
 It's all down to a Shakespearian dream