The roses fall and, bruised, breathe of passion

Heady scent surges silent through the sun

With you I feel I've had all my ration

Of attention: you make me so undone

The garden smells like bay leaves (remember)

I'm revelling in the way my skin burns

I miss the smoky trace of you (I do)

You are the lesson that I never learned

Know that the soft wind floods me with forget

Pictures of you rush away like hot days

Alone again because I'm not hooked yet

And I hope you know that you'll be rephrased

(Remind yourself) I always have to win

But sweetheart, is that really such a sin?