Camellia
ALELA DIANE
The sky, wildflower blue
Same as it was when I met you
I'm caught in colors there within
I'm sinking softly as a stone, Camellia
February bloom, February blood
February bloom, February blood
Camellia
Camellia
Seven years to the day
I never paint with a color as bold as
Crimson petals in the snow
I'll always sing for you, my dear Camellia
February bloom, February blood
February bloom, February blood
Camellia
Camellia
I was while as a cotton sheet
In a white room in a white bed
And I saw myself in the white lights
Dangling there by a small thread
Felt the color
Drain from me like a river
Felt a stillness
But I wasn't ready yet
So, I said a prayer
To the calm blue sky
To spare me for
Our nameless child
Camellia
Camellia