The Golden Flower

The Apples In Stereo

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Angel, close your eyes
People tell us lies
Lies are all they know
Eyes recall halos

They won't believe us
They don't understand
The flower grows out of the hand
They can't come between us
And our summer land

People don't understand
Angel grows from the man
Man grows from himself
Into something else

They won't believe us
They don't understand
The flower grows out of the hand
They can't come between us
And our summer land