flowers

TO ALL THE FLOWERS

DROWNING IN THE NIGHT

FALLING, SINKING

FAR BEYOND THE DEPTHS TONIGHT

UNTIL THE MORNING

TAKES US BY ITS SIDE

WE ARE NOWHERE

WE LOOK FOR A WAY TO FIND

REACHING HIGHS

BLINDING SKIES

REACHING HIGHS

BLINDING LIGHTS

ALL THE FLOWERS

WE TOOK WITHOUT A CARE

BROKEN PIECES

WE THOUGHT WOULD FALL BACK IN PLACE

UNTIL THE MOMENT

TAKES US BY ITS SIDE

WHO CAN BLAME US

WE LOOK FOR A WAY TO FIND

REACHING HIGHS

BLINDING SKIES

REACHING HIGHS

BLINDING LIGHTS

ONCE AGAIN WE FIND OURSELVES

HERE ON

NO MAN'S GROUND

WHERE NO TRUTH CAN BE FOUND

HERE ON

NO MAN'S GROUND

FLYING SIGNALS HIGH ABOVE THE CLOUDS

HERE ON

NO MAN'S GROUND

MAYBE THIS TIME THERE'S NO WAY OUT

HERE ON

NO MAN'S GROUND

LEFT LIKE THE FLOWERS WE ONCE HIDE

WASHED AWAY

LEFT TODAY

(LIKE THE FLOWERS WE ONCE)

morning

WHEN YOU SLIDE INTO THE BED AND WATCH THE WORLD OUTSIDE LIKE DEAD

WHEN WE DON'T CARE FOR TOMORROW WHEN IT'S ALL NOW HERE WE PLAY

IN THIS ROOM OF PALE LIGHT WITH THE MORNING IN OUR EYES

IT'S LIKE WE NEVER KNEW THE HORRORS OF A THING CALLED WORLD OUTSIDE

THIS IS OUR OWN

THIS IS WHAT I MEAN

THIS IS OUR OWN

NO ONE HERE TO SEE

THIS IS OUR OWN

LIFE INSIDE A DREAM

THIS IS OUR OWN

A FUTURE TO BELIEVE

TO SLEEP WITH NO FEAR

SLEEP WITH NO DREAMS

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I USED TO DREAM ABOUT THIS PLACE

I USED TO WATCH YOU PLAY WITH YOUR HAIR

UNTIL THE MOON SHINES DOWN

UNTIL THE LIGHTS BURN DOWN

TO SLEEP WITH NO FEAR

SLEEP WITH NO DREAMS

TO BE PART OF THIS

TO BE JUST LIKE THIS

I USED TO DREAM ABOUT THIS PLACE

I USED TO HAVE WHAT IT TAKES

STAY AWAKE FOR A MOMENT

WHISPER TO ME WHAT IS BROKEN

TO SLEEP WITH NO FEAR

SLEEP WITH NO DREAMS

TO BE PART OF THIS

TO BE JUST LIKE THIS

100 weeks of war

AT THE END OF THIS LOVE

SOMETHING THAT BARELY HAD A START

TRACKS OF SCARS

ONLY LAY ALL AROUND BY MY SIDE

SLOWLY THE RAIN

SLOWLY THE RAIN STARTS TO SET

ONLY THE GLOW

ONLY THE SCARLET GLOW HANGS ON

AND I KNOW

SUMMER FEVER HAS BLOWN OUT THE WINDOW

HERE NOW ENDS

HERE NOW ENDS OUR 100 WEEKS OF WAR

EMPTY SPACES AND ABANDONED ROOMS

EMPTY SPACES AND ABANDONED ROOMS

EMPTY SPACES AND ABANDONED ROOMS

EMPTY SPACES AND ABANDONED ROOMS

ONE MORE SHOT

WHEN NO ONE'S COUNTING ANYMORE

VOICE ON THE PHONE

SMALLER THAN THOSE TEARS THAT FALL

AND I KNOW

SUMMER FEVER HAS GONE

HERE NOW ENDS

HERE NOW ENDS OUR 100 WEEKS OF WAR