Avril - Burning Peacocks

April is alone in the darkroom

April is waiting to bloom

Butterflies against her chest

Bright lights striking her face

Explosions on this screen

This screen’s on the scene

April won’t need the record

She’s waiting

She’s looking around her

Waiting for him to sit next to her

And run in the shadows

Lonely souls and empty faces

When will he come and take her?

Don’t let her wait too long for hours

When will he come and take her?

Don’t let her wait too long for hours

Now she remembers at these nights

Where lust was the only light!

She feels a wind on her neck

Jumps back, to feel awake

Breathing behind her

His shadow — poor little girl

Falling all over

For this missing lover

When will he come and take her?

Don’t let her wait too long for hours

When will he come and take her?

Don’t let her wait too long for hours

Staring at the darkness

She can feel his hands Softly slip under her dress

She opens her eyes and it’s the end

Floodlights on a white screen

She’s the only one left in these sits