Dead Flowers

 

Dead flowers are all you can give 

Withered before their chance to live 

It’s all you’re allowed, it’s all you’ll allow

Those fallen petals, your silent vow

 

Dead flowers are all you gave to me

Their beauty shrouded in secrecy

They sit in a row under my windowpane

And the daylight drenches them in vain

 

And we both know

That they can’t grow

Yes, we both know

But we’re sucked in by the current of this perfect undertow

 

Dead flowers are strewn along my way

Glimmering a thousand shades of gray

Depending the mood, the colors change hue

Refractions of light, reflections of you

 

And we both know

That they can’t grow

Yes, we both know

But we’re sucked in by the current of this perfect undertow

 

This disconnected cold collection

Could never know the sun’s affection

Though in the open they sullen sit

It’s rays could never get to it

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And we both know

That we can’t grow

Yes we both know

But we’re sucked in by the current of this perfect undertow

​

And we both know

That they can’t grow

Yes, we both know

But we’re sucked in by the current of this perfect undertow

​

And we both know

That we can’t grow

Yes, we both know

But we’re sucked in