Flowers died a long ntime ago my friendnand they're hanging on the wallnwith wax and threadnnWhen you were young ndid you think it would ever end?nWhen you were young ndid you think it would ever end?nnSylvia was a girlnthat I knew bestnand she wore the finestneyelid dressnand she sits in her roomnpainting golden moonsnand she sits in her roomnpainting golden runesnnOh, what am I to donwithout a man to see me through?nOh, what am I to donwithout a man to see me through?nI'm more than bluenI'm violetnnLyla met a man nthat she loved bestnand he died in a fiery crash.nnAnd the hole is widenthe hole is widenthe hole is widennAnd the hole is widenthe hole is widenthe hole is widennOh, what am I to donwithout a man to see me through?nOh, what am I to donwithout a man to see me through?nI'm more than bluenI'm violetnnSylvia was a girl that I knew best