The title comes from a ceiling fan in the home of someone I was close to one winter. It looked like a magnolia, with petals as the arms of the fan. The girl thought that something was wrong with her. I remember laying on that floor watching the magnolia spin, convincing her that she wasn't poison.
I'm not one for commentary tonight.
Ceiling Magnolias
a magnolia still spins in my mind
don't let me go home, imagine me one more time
looking back on this round's events
a happy moment was one spent with her
i know i'm romancing a flower
that blooms only in the morning before i rise
when i lay counting surreal ceiling tiles
just one more hello. goodbye.
wasn't expecting any resurrection of myself
a virgin birth brought something i'd never expect
play me a song to carry me home
i'll spin with the planes on my ride
as i drive along and get lost in the sky
let me check... i'm dancing alone
long after i've carried the flower home
no reason to wish for more this time
this round was perfect; back for the hours i'd drive
i'll wrap this up this time, it's mine.
let me check, seems my flower has died
no use to hope for a bloom
it's wilted despite the water and
light and love i gave and i look above
for a flower still spinning in my mind.
don't lay too near the fire
but let it warm our sight
and lose ourselves in the afterglow
of a once fantastic light
a magnolia still spins in my mind.
not time to drive home, pretend there's more time
for the dance of the magnolia in my mind
yes, the magnolia still spins in my mind.
you're not poison
you're not poison
you're not poison
you're not poison
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