Wildflowers bloom after the storm
We're in your room, there's nobody home
When did the rain finally stop pouring down
Over our heads and all over me?
Now we're protected but we still feel affected
By that misery
We were drowning
In her
Ancestral
River
Long after the flood
The landscape's a wasteland of mud
I miss those days
In the wildflower glades
Innocence washed away
Innocence buried away
Because wildflowers must bloom