Cry On The Flowers

CRY ON THE FLOWERS

Maria in the morning was a vision all in orange
And all the nasty boys would wipe their eyes with dirty minds
It'd been that way for years, a monster in the mirror
A beauty so composed the notes might cry
She cried and cried, now all the dirt's revived
So cry on the flowers when you cry

Maria in the window, an outline and a symbol
A pedestal so simple only dogs and children see
But solitude can keep a perfect girl asleep
Unattached and sadly gone to seed
She cried and cried, now all the dirt's revived
So cry on the flowers when you cry

Maria on the doorsteps, the last of many first steps
To face the open air again, to sigh upon the breeze
When her eyes broke through the clouds, a flood of rain poured out
A storm of bitter tears and sweet release
She cried and cried, now all the dirt's revived
So cry on the flowers when you cry

Maria in the garden, the hangman and the pardon
Forgiven and forgotten for a moment of a day
Cause yesterday has served the time that it deserved
While the rest of life just sighs and walks away
She cried and cried, now all the dirt's revived
So cry on the flowers when you cry

She cried til her face was shiny, cried til her dress was clean
She cried til the water rose above her knees
She cried til the garden drank, and cried til the soil sang
She cried until the flowers ate the weeds

Maria on the altar, a gift for all who offer
A penance and a pittance and a petal from their bed
Roses round her hips, and honeysuckle lips
And violets where the violence once was picked
She cried and cried, now all the dirt's revived
So cry on the flowers when you cry