She has a heart made of stone,
Famed for its cold,
Her chest, harder than bones,
Seizing tight in an anaconda hold,

They say it's never breaking,
They say it's too black,
They say it's prone to biting,
They say it's a dead lilac,

Lilac never hurt me,
She let me hold her heart,
I could feel! I could see!
Stone cracking apart,

A secret fire deep inside,
It's flames nothing more than a flicker,
Blooded fingers chipped and pried,
But all it took was a delicate finger,

Stone broke down away,
Fire rose, kindle to flame,
Fluttery pathways,
Love takes aim,

They say it's never breaking,
They say it's too black,
They say it's prone to biting,
They say it's a dead lilac,

Lilac let me in,
Let me build a fire,
She has a fire within,
A growing empire,

They say it's never breaking,
They say it's too black,
They say it's prone to biting,
They say it's a dead lilac,

Lilac has a fire,
All it took was me.