Y.K. Music - Black Lily

You, my black flower, are in my hands,
Your velvet petals drink the fear I can't withstand,
And I don't know what's real or just a game you play,
Your arms are sweet lace, poison not the heat of day.
You, my black flower, I'm your gardener, I'm your foe,
I nurture you each day so I can't let you go.
With you, I'm dying, but without you I am ash and gloom,
I'm yours forever, you're my incurable roam.
My incurable roam, my incurable roam, my incurable roam.