Majesty of Decay Lyrics

You pedal home in high gear
Passing butterflies and broken glass
From long gone stolen cars

Wild flowers spreading muggy scents
As posters peel from dirty pavements
A young boy offers his mother a beautiful weed

The meekness in the blossom
And the majesty of decay
Making you believe that
Anything could come to pass this very day

Tired tulips bent in sleep
A hint of decomposing heaps
Of something dank and dark

The mesmerising to and fro
The vibrant pulse of kelvingrove
A young boy offers his mother a beautiful weed

The meekness in the blossom