Cyclamen

I know I am dying Still, I'm gonna go trying I'll make it better Cyclamen, you're holding it in again There's winter in every spring It's time to let go Cyclamen, the temperature's rising again But your tuber is absorbing the rain Continues to grow I know I am dying Still, I'm gonna go trying I'll make it better It's over. It's over. It's over. Cyclamen, it's hard to breath 'cause the air Is filled with your prayers again You've got to let go Cyclamen, Time will always be lighter than Pain It floats away from your stem You're left with a bulb I know I am dying Still, I'm gonna go trying I'll make it better It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. Over.