Flowers

Slipping back into my life again
Looking closer feels like my way of making my amends
So come on, come on, come on give me
More than I have felt
Before I blew out
Before I blew out

Flowers
Flowers
They don't solve the problem, do they?
They don't give a fuck what your intention is
You will understand me, someday
When all your memories flow through you like rain

With beautiful roses the backdrop closes
While superficial fantasies are clouding up my mind
So come on, come on, come on give me
More than I have felt
Before I blew out
Before I blew out

Flowers
Flowers
They don't solve the problem, do they?
They don't give a fuck what your intention is
You will understand me, someday
When all your memories flow through you like rain

They stopped my recollection
There's footsteps in my blood
They stopped my recollection
There's footsteps in my blood
And I remember
I remember
Nothing at all
Nothing, nothing at all



Credits
Writer(s): Frank Rosenbauer, Paul Siwasch, Sven Kolb
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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