Paroles de Flowers

Flowers growing By the drunken river Flowers growing By the burning bridges Flowers growing Out of my bones On the toppled towers flowers growing On an island above flowers growing Behind a mirror, behind a door Flowers growing Drifting fires of orange flowers Roll down the stair, down from a star Where they lie so long, beneath the seasons Dead among the On the toppled towers flowers growing By the drunken river flowers growing On an island above flowers growing Out of my bones Drifting carpets of orange flowers Roll down the stairs, down from a star Where they lie so long, beneath the seasons Dead among the Drifting fires of orange flowers Lift from your eyes, out with a breath Where they lie so long, beneath the seasons Dead among the flowers growing