You bring all the flowers
The springs and summers
I can see them making nest
And growing through your chest
Blooming in your eyes
Reflected in my heart they rise
Coloring your cheeks
And the mind finally speaks
You bear the scent
Of a cosmic accident
Or a lost memory
But that would be
Another story
Another story
You bring all the flowers
The springs and summers
I can see them making nest
And growing through your chest
Blooming in your eyes
Reflected in my heart they rise
Coloring your cheeks
And the mind finally speaks
You bear the scent
Of a cosmic accident
Or a lost memory
But that would be
Another story
Another story