Magnetic Fields Painted Flower
I'm just a painted flower on silk brocade,
Left in the sun I will slowly fade.
Fade to nothing like I'd never been made,
Like I'd never been made.
I'm just a painted flower of frozen bloom,
Left alone in some forgotten room.
A fly in amber I pose in my tomb,
I pose in my tomb.
I'm only drops of paint in a silver frame,
Without an aim and without a name.
Gathering dust everyday just the same,
Everyday just the same.
