straightening out petals without a plan
Like the every daily
wish that bothers the flower man
Could I do something to make him laugh?
Inside my little chamber made of glass?
So he lived the
Flower man, flower man, with his heart in the sand
So he stands
to watch the whole wide world from a can
Way up high in the sky
With the sun in his eyes
Ain't it nice?
The life forever for
Flowers
sick ass instrumental break
Ten feet twenty the Flower Man
Is waiting for the touch of his hand
Fallen to pieces still without a plan
Yet the every daily
Hope that powered the Flower Man