The Umbrella
Who is your carousel?
Who is your rose?
Pink gold in the sudden frost
I ran out in Spring
I was empty
And couldn't hold you
Because I couldn't feel a thing
Black butterflies
Fly
Black butterflies
Fly
On a good day
I swear, I could touch wrinkled wing
But warm where I touched your skin
Couldn't you have given me a name?
I thought all day
All I wanted was a name
Victoria, Alexandra, Jenny, or Joanne
Just ain't no Genevieve
Just not Jessica or Pam
I had
A heart of a card
I am the card
I am the card
Hardened black wings
And so we're thin hearts
Strings of my own
In the spring
I wish I could call a name by me
To Alexandra, Jenny or Joanne
Just ain't no Genevieve
Just a cold pen
I had a blackened heart
A hardened heart
All I wanted was your hand
All I wanted was your hand
Hardened
All I wanted was your hand
Hardened
All I wanted was your hand
Hardened
All I wanted was your hand
Hardened
All I wanted was your hand
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