Petals and flowers... Petals and flowers... Petals and flowers... In the park, getting dark, eating the heat There's an eye in the sky, melting your feet You see a chick, who starts to nick the petals and flowers She starts to joke and then provoke the Dance of the Hours It's all down to a midsummer night's scene It's all down to a Shakespearian dream In her face there's a place disfigured with love Her hands are white, like the night encased in a glove She s tarts to swing and watches you nick petals and flowers She starts to joke and then evokes the Dance of the Hours It's all down to a midsummer night's scene It's all down to a Shakespearian dream