How will this one begin?
A conversation or high-tide?
Perhaps some strangers on a train?
How bout vulgar genocide?
He longs to find the holy grail.
She models for the boys in blue.
They'd like to stroll the endless hour.
They settle for the poison stew.
There has got to be a way,
For the Willflower to open up the day.
How can I shake this angry dream?
I'm frozen by a heavy hand,
A voice that says youll never leave
The cave of lovelies where you hide.
There has got to be a way,
For the Willflower to open up the day.
Gone away, all away...
A gentleman and a scholar worth about a dollar
And a half pack of inspiration.
A mistress and a mother, barely undercover,
Blows the fuse then walks away.
How will this one draw to a close?
With crystal-magic polar fire?
Perhaps a tropic, midnight rain?
How about a bird upon a wire?
There has got to be a way,
For the Willflower to open up the day.
Val Holler - Willflower Lyrics
Val Holler - Willflower Lyrics
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How will this one begin?
A conversation or high-tide?
Perhaps some strangers on a train?
How bout vulgar genocide?
He longs to find the holy grail.
She models for the boys in blue.
They'd like to stroll the endless hour.
They settle for the poison stew.
There has got to be a way,
For the Willflower to open up the day.
How can I shake this angry dream?
I'm frozen by a heavy hand,
A voice that says youll never leave
The cave of lovelies where you hide.
There has got to be a way,
For the Willflower to open up the day.
Gone away, all away...
A gentleman and a scholar worth about a dollar
And a half pack of inspiration.
A mistress and a mother, barely undercover,
Blows the fuse then walks away.
How will this one draw to a close?
With crystal-magic polar fire?
Perhaps a tropic, midnight rain?
How about a bird upon a wire?
There has got to be a way,
For the Willflower to open up the day.
A conversation or high-tide?
Perhaps some strangers on a train?
How bout vulgar genocide?
He longs to find the holy grail.
She models for the boys in blue.
They'd like to stroll the endless hour.
They settle for the poison stew.
There has got to be a way,
For the Willflower to open up the day.
How can I shake this angry dream?
I'm frozen by a heavy hand,
A voice that says youll never leave
The cave of lovelies where you hide.
There has got to be a way,
For the Willflower to open up the day.
Gone away, all away...
A gentleman and a scholar worth about a dollar
And a half pack of inspiration.
A mistress and a mother, barely undercover,
Blows the fuse then walks away.
How will this one draw to a close?
With crystal-magic polar fire?
Perhaps a tropic, midnight rain?
How about a bird upon a wire?
There has got to be a way,
For the Willflower to open up the day.
Writer: Chris Knudson
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave