Don’t let the worms touch the brittle petals, Just blow them to my empty palms As gentle dream. I can no longer settle Be lonely as a leafless stalk. And coltsfoot not roses, Just coltsfoot surround me And nothing comes close As close as a dream comes. It rains all over our roofs and our raincoats And we might fall or wither away, I long for the time, for the night when the moth comes But hope for a visit of an insect less gray. And coltsfoot not roses, Just coltsfoot surround me And nothing comes close As close as a dream comes.