Lyrics The Ghost of Flowers Past - Moon Safari

The Ghost of Flowers Past

I saw you dance alone down the waterline
You were searching for secrets lost in the setting sun
I said just wait a while and you’ll understand
How the wintry warlord gave poets another try
To figure the reasons why, it takes a laugh and a half to unveil your scarlet
eyes
She returned, was wearing that rose so well
Broke down and cried because of the sun that had been up all day
At the movies there would have been rain
Oh, the bittersweet irony, rain replaced by tears
Ain’t it funny how some things, look so different from afar
When it comes to me and you
The mirror stole our perfect view
Now there is nothing left we can do
And the story is done at last
For the ghost of flowers past
I saw you shape the wings of a butterfly
Until the colors fit like a puzzle already done
But who am I to question the grand design
Another headstone written to fix every broken rhyme
Carved in the hands of time, for the singer inside to remind us of your life
In a place where nothing is real, let me tell you how I feel
Didn’t know which heart to mend
So here’s a drink to absent friends, for a love that never did end
And the story is done at last, for the ghost of flowers past
Memories of yesteryear, is a part of you we’ll travel here
Now the curtains call this day upon us
So ride this wave on wings of wondering
Why those scarlet eyes still haunt me today
Back to the first day of summer
The flowers that past greet the sunlight
Again with a song, sung by angels of love
Who am I now?
In the distance I hear broken words
Calling me to the rhythmless core
Trapped forever, in love with the girl on the shore
In a place where nothing is real, I feel like telling you just why
We all drink to absent friends, and for a love that never dies
Ain’t it funny how the mirrors make sure perfect never last
It all starts and ends right here with you, my ghost of flowers past
I saw you dance alone down the waterline
You were searching for secrets lost in the setting sun
I saw you shape the wings of a butterfly
Now the riddle fits like a puzzle already done
Though life had just begun
I will meet you again on the shores where lovers run