My Love You Are A Violet

For each day lived, time is shrinking And faces and hands are wrinkling My love, you are a violet: Our love at times is doing backstroke In a porcelain toilet, basin What are we facing, backs to the wall If, I was in a public house This would be our last call I'd be watching times hands clapping I'd be kicking my heels Walking beside a litter-strewn gutter, with lead, With lead weights in my shiny new ten-a-penny shoes. With lead weights in my spring my heels My love, you are a violet: But I'm not shrinking; I'm just singing the blues. I'm just singing the blues, biding my time Waiting for spring, waiting for spring Waiting for spring, springs flowering hour once again.