The sweet smell drifts up and drags down my defenses
I listen to the sound the rain plays on your petals
And I let the warmth awaken me and drag me to my senses
The sweet smell drifts up and the sweet sun floats on in

For you real, live flowers

Look at how you’ve grown
In twos and threes and fours
Will you dance outside my door?
Live flowers

You real, live flowers

The sweet smell drifts up and the sweet sun floats on in

Look at how you’ve grown
In twos and threes and fours
Will you dance outside my door?
You real, live flowers
You real, live flowers
You real, live flowers