sitting still, strumming softly, thinking of the things you do to me...
guitar speaking semi-muted songs in this dark and moody minor key...
but my mind wanders off the beaten path to think of who you are...
the angel of my sweet dreams, even though i dont know your name...
youre my fragrance of a field of flowers, the healing for my scars...
youre the ever in my forever, the fire in the ever-burning flame...
sweet scent fading, waking to find the truth behind this fake kiss...
that the beautiful scent of woman was just one of the devils tricks...

-scent of woman-