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 ...