Songtext von Orchids

Are the orchids dead or dying Hothouse flowers seldom last Summer pleasures fade And winter comes too soon too fast I can tell if you've been crying When with eyes of pain you ask Are the seasons dead Or are the tropics of our love now past Winter sorrow keep me from the cold Hold me when the skies are grey My tomorrows swallowed By the old embittered dreams of all my yesterdays We the undersigned inform you Of intent to change a life Leaving you our love and going on To take another wife I've become the fool by virtue My intent to sacrifice Patience lead me to the slaughter Every lamb must have its night Are the flowers dead or dying Summer pleasures gone at last Hothouse treasures fade And measure time the moment that they pass I can tell if you've been crying When with eyes of pain you ask How do the seasons fade And moments glide like ships on glass