[Intro] Flower to the eyelid. Moon on the tongue. Somebody laughed, and the wrong heart sprung. [Verse 1] I woke with grass marks pressed in my shoulder, dew on my cuffs, gold dust in my hair. The night had fingers. The trees leaned closer. Your name went missing in the perfumed air. I saw one face, then wanted another. I heard one vow, then bent it in half. A purple bruise of a flower was blooming where the path forgot how to act. Who put honey in the bloodstream? Who made reason leave its chair? I had a heart with a working lock till the meadow breathed right there. [Chorus] Love-in-idleness, what did you do? I looked once, and the world came loose. Wrong mouth, right kiss. Blame the flower. Blame it on this. [Verse 2] You were chasing someone’s shadow while I was chasing yours. Somebody cried by the willow hollow. Somebody laughed behind the doors. Every promise changed its clothing, every branch kept switching sides. I held your hand like it had chosen me, then felt it looking for another life. No one was cruel. That made it worse. The spell had manners. The spell knew verse. It set a table with silver mistakes, then asked our honest mouths to curse. By dawn, the whole field looked embarrassed, petals closed like guilty palms. I had your scent on the wrong confession, you had my name in somebody’s song. [Chorus] Love-in-idleness, what did you do? I looked once, and the world came loose. Wrong mouth, right kiss. Blame the flower. Blame it on this. [Bridge] If wanting can be planted, what is mine? If longing can be handled, who drew the line? I don’t trust the moon. I don’t trust my skin. I don’t trust the sweet thing they rubbed into my vision. Still, when morning cleared its throat, and every lie turned thin, one part of me kept reaching for the wound I woke up in. [Final Chorus] Love-in-idleness, what did you do? I looked once, and the world came loose. Wrong mouth, true kiss. Blame the flower. Blame me for this. [Outro] Petal on the pillow. Day in the trees. I washed my eyes. The want stayed green. [End]
