Текст песни The Flowers

The flowers you gave me are rotting And still I refuse to throw them away Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully They might so I'm waiting and staying awake Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep I'll never know if I go to sleep The papers around me are piling and twisting Regina, the paperback mummy What then? I'm taking the knife to the books that I own And chopping and chopping And boiling soup from stones Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep I'll never know if I go to sleep Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep I'll never know if I go to sleep