Текст песни Wildflowers

Ivy vines that clothe the tree Daisies look and take a peek Sun takes colours from the green And bleaches December white, a cotton dress Open lawn to make a nest Trying to think what I love best In your features You were born to run and run Till you find your Fire, I saw what you'd become I know, I know Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers Daggers white, they cut through skin A new addition to your grin To reach the end, we must begin To feel it Lie and trace you on the grass Hair that makes a question mark You'll always be in my heart I mean it You were born to run and run Till you find your Fire, I saw what you'd become I know, I know Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers You were born to run and run Till you find your Fire, I saw what you'd become I know, I know Blossoming among the wildflowers, flowers