Flowers

My street is indisposed

Our house just got foreclosed

One bag put to the road

Living off that prayer we never spoke

Two years of motel light

Outgrew the tourist eye

Cheap wine, warms up the night

Living by the words to Nevermind

This garden of thoughts, is all that we've got left

So I'll carry on with flowers in my head

Flick through a thousand minds

For one line that's feeling right

Then wait until I'm told

Just start again and let it go

This time I'm running blind

Into that motel light

One day before I'm old

Gonna get that home and paint it gold

This garden of thoughts, is all that we got left

So I'll carry on with flowers in my head

With flowers in my—

With flowers in my—

This garden of thoughts, is all that we've got left

So I'll carry on with flowers in my head

This garden of thoughts, is all that we've got left

So I'll carry on with flowers in my head

With flowers in my—

With flowers in my—