How do I feel
When I find out what it really is?
How do the flowers grow?
I dreamt of intimate futures
Untangling roots and rope
Untying nooses

Now do the flowers grow?
They need the light, but

The light is a scary thing
It shows us the scars
On what we thought was beautiful
I dreamt of an ultimate forever
Light of the moon and stars
Illumating night

Now don't the flowers grow
I guess they don't

And in the light of day
When I was awaiting constellations
I could not imagine
The moon is new
And clouds cover up the stars
I'm left in bitter darkness

How do the flowers grow?
I don't really have to know

If they do or the don't
Its not really up to me
But even if I'll never see
I really hope they do