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Flowers was released on December 31, 2022 by Glass Cases as a part of the album Imposter - EP

Song Details

AlbumImposter - EP

Release DateDecember 31, 2022

LabelGlass Cases

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM104

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Glass Cases

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Austin Jacob Seifert

Austin Jacob Seifert

Songwriter

Alexander John Van Keulen

Alexander John Van Keulen

Songwriter

Cameron Ray Greene

Cameron Ray Greene

Songwriter

Lyrics

I wanna smell the roses, growing old imposes,

my fear from ever leaving, fate has assigned seating.

Your cheeks are turning rosy, my pockets full of posies,

know death will surely take me, the minute hand's got no grip on me.

It's the flowers I'm after, ephemeral shell,

my fate wrapped in plaster, there's nowhere to go.

How do I face this fragile mortality?

I hope I don't waste this, in time we'll see,

I hope I don't waste this,

in time we'll see, I hope I don't waste this.

I find myself counting the hours go by.

I blind myself, can't see the flowers between my eyes.

I wanna smell the roses, growing old imposes,

my fear from ever leaving, fate has assigned seating.

Your cheeks are turning rosy, my pockets full of posies,

know death will surely take me, the minute hand's got no grip on me.

It's all going faster and faster it seems,

trying to keep up with my marathon dreams.

Should I stay up all night pumped full of caffeine?

Weary-eyed, worn down, but won't miss a thing.

Weary-eyed, worn down, but won't miss a thing.

Weary-eyed, worn down.

I find myself counting the hours go by.

I blind myself, can't see the flowers between my eyes.

I wanna smell the roses, growing old imposes,

my fear from ever leaving, fate has assigned seating.

Your cheeks are turning rosy, my pockets full of posies,

know death will surely take me, the minute hand's got no grip on me.

I'm conflicted, restricted to a single self-image,

weighed down by a concept that's hard to diminish.

But I tell you I'm finished, these weights are now lifted,

maybe finally feel gifted, these weights are now lifted.

The days turn to hours to minutes turn to seconds,

away from the things that make me far from deathless.

The clock clicks on and my eyes grow old,

while my soul grows wise at least I'd hope.

Death watches me through the LED.

Bright blue screens mockingly quietly,

blinding me, reminding me of destiny slipping silently.

Oh, what could I do without a time constraint?

Fly to the moon and hang out in space.

Free myself from the endless race.

Runnin' round mazes with self-induced hazes, oh what in blue blazes.

It's a funny world we live in you know.

We jump in our cars and we go and we go.

In a mad rush to get from here to there,

without stopping to think or breathe the fresh air.

And can you blame me for wanting to take my time?

Drop by the garden and empty my mind.

There's something there that I needed to find.

Inside the flowers, my motives have scoured, but time has devoured.

I find myself counting the hours go by.

I blind myself, can't see the flowers between my eyes.

I wanna smell the roses, growing old imposes,

my fear from ever leaving, fate has assigned seating.

Your cheeks are turning rosy, my pockets full of posies,

know death will surely take me, the minute hand's got no grip on me.

Written by: Alexander John Van Keulen, Austin Jacob Seifert, Cameron Ray Greene

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