Floral Nights

Grass that's never been cut
Flower in bloom not far from the woods
Glowing florist nights
Dreaming high
Look at the sky and fly
In your imagination, why?

Is there a chip your shoulder
You seem to be waiting for the season when it gets colder but you'll be older, so
Maybe the warmth will be what you need
Maybe a door to a different path will end up following me

Grass that's never been cut
Flower in bloom not far from the woods
Glowing florist nights
Dreaming high
Look at the sky and fly
In your imagination, why?



Credits
Writer(s): Chance B
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