Comma Splice by Tanya Mascarenhas Lyrics

I liked the cream
That sensuous, slap on cream
That perfume of scents
That myriad of scents
From summer blossom to dying rose

Like a tidal wave
They come rolling in
The progressive crescendo
Of those tumbling waves
Until your eardrums are sick
And ringing with warmth
Sickly warmth
That brings back those summers
Long ago

I veiled myself in fine garments
That crimson fabric
Kissed fire on my eyelids
And there I stood
Swaying in the breeze
Like a ballerina on some thin ice
That scent hits me now and then
I can't pretend
That it's not there
It holds the fortitude of many a summers day
Many a summer's nights
And many summer evenings
Where I sat in idle despair
Awaiting that new scent in the morning

If I could tumult my feelings
Lock them in a cage
Suppress my passion
At my rage
It would all be like still water

My energy has lined itself up
It has no queue to jump
When one scent comes around
The other fades away
And in many summers ablaze
I stand swaying
Like a ballerina on thin ice
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