Flowers
Bobby Cole
Flowers, I lie quietly
Watching you arranged them
Didn't know they're selling spring flowers now
Always loved something tiny, shiny and golden
[Musical Interlude]
The door's been unlocked for hours
For you and your wandering
For you and whatever dark hour you attach to home
Don't you dare lie down, cause it's much too late
While you've been learning to love, I've been learning to hate
You think your silly little flowers will hide the smell of old hallways
Well take your silly little flowers and go to hell
Your wrong like always
[Musical Interlude]
Come lie down beside me
It's not too late
You need me now, the rest can wait
Warm your hands on me
Warm your hands on me
