Poets Buzz

Cool crystal, she floats out of sight, and her fragile sprirt, sails the wind like a kite.
The flame, the flame like silver.
Now she's jaded hold on, hold on tight.
The flame, the flame like silver.
You will never dissolve. You will never dissolve. You will not dissolve my love.
Cool crystal, she embraces the night.
The flame, the flame like silver.
The flame, the flame like silver.