'shall we get some tea elanor?', 
she with a quiet smile says.
as the purple and green dragon swoops down my spine.
as i wonder how much difference 
it will make to me tomorrow,
if the moon should turn to blood 
at midnight when i'm asleep.

'shall we get some tea elanor?', 
she with a quiet smile says.
as the bumblebees sing to the sunflowers and the daisies.
as i wonder how much difference 
it will make to me tomorrow,
if the mold grows too far on my life
for my mind to keep control.

does your soul drink tea as dark as mine?
with buttercream or lemonrind?
i never feel like getting up 
when the rain falls on my eyes.
does your soul drink tea as dark as mine?
with buttercream or lemonrind?
And the candle burns down low 
like a cat crouched to surprise.

'shall we get some tea elanor?', 
she with a quiet smile says.
as my blood pours out to you like a broken bottle of wine.
as i wonder how much difference 
it will make to me tomorrow,
if she stays the night alone
or if the devil holds her hand.

does your soul drink tea as dark as mine?
with buttercream or lemonrind?
i never feel like getting up 
when the rain falls on my eyes.
does your soul drink tea as dark as mine?
with buttercream or lemonrind?
And the candle burns down low 
like a cat crouched to surprise.

does your soul drink tea as dark as mine?
with buttercream or lemonrind?
i never feel like getting up 
does your soul drink tea as dark as mine?
with buttercream or lemonrind?
when the rain falls on my eyes.
And the candle burns down low 
like a cat crouched to surprise.