Vintage Violet, salacious days
The old foundry is her favoured maze
I enter when the moon's a smile
I leave as if not on trial
Vintage Violet, her major rares
All silver like her armoured veils
I hold them dear and blind
I won't let go for anyone
Nothing that they say is so
There's nothing anybody knows
Nothing that they say is so
There's nothing anybody knows
Vintage Violet, don't be afraid
The least of plans can be waylaid
The smallest hearts can bring you down
The radio hiss of ultrasound
Vintage Violet, your horse is weighed
It's not as if your fate's congealed
The records ain't a thing but a seal
Above a name, trade is game
Nothin' that we say in a song
There's nothin' anybody knows
Nothin' that we say in a song
We've been trying, unstuck in time
To a failure of abandoned minds
I hang on to her scarf and coat
Now sailing through a sea of holes
I wonder when we'll see the sand
And wash up in Alberta land
I wonder when we'll see the sand
Who will ever understand?
Can anybody ever understand?
