Mars sits outside my window
Flames dancing in my stove
I hold on to the memory of you
Camomile
The Plough is elegant above me
The cup sits upon my stove
I drink to the memory of you
Camomile
Camomile in my bloodstream
Camomile on my mind
The half moon is out of view
My face reddens by the stove
I remember warm kisses on her mouth
Camomile
No clouds, the night sky is deepened blue
Embers dying in my stove
I imagine, I am sitting here with you
Camomile
Camomile in my bloodstream
Camomile on my mind
Camomile
Camomile...