(m. fritz, d. fritz, o. thornton)
Petals of a gesture fall
Tokens costing her soul
Hat in hand she stands
Under the weight of regret
Little dreams of love
Fade into the dark
In a moonlit room
No happy endings
-CHORUS-
Violet
Little flower, lift your face
Violet
Stand in the shower of grace
Objective eyes can see
Beauty, strike men blind
And sweetness of the kind
The purest kind
She'll never know
Love she deserves
Recognize herself
For all she is worth
(repeat CHORUS)