She's the flower that I adore;
The sun rises for her and heaven
bathes her with tears - basked in somber delight.
With a voice to bring the stars above to tears.
She is the flower that lulls me to sleep.

She's the flower that I adore;
the sun rises for her and heaven
bathes her with tears - basked in somber delight.
Her love is the maelstrom for which I plead.
It's the only sensation my soul needs: for which it screams.

She's the flower that I adore;
the sun rises for her and heaven
bathes her with tears - basked in somber delight.
With a voice to bring the stars above to tears.
She is the flower that lulls me to sleep.

She's the flower that I adore;
My heart is bleeding for more.
The sun rises for her and heaven
bathes her with tears - basked in somber delight.
To love is to hurt but oh it simply feels right.
She is the flower that illuminates the night.

She's the flower that I adore;
the sun rises for her and heaven
bathes her with tears - basked in somber delight.
With a voice to soothe all of my fears.
She is the flower that lulls me to sleep.