Flowers - Nancy Sinatra

Flowers, I lie quietly

Watching you arranged them

Didn’t know they’re selling spring flowers now

Always loved something tiny, shiny and golden

The door’s been unlocked for hours

For you and your wandering

For you and whatever dark hour you attach to home

Don’t you dare lie down, cause it’s much too late

While you’ve been learning to love, I’ve been learning to hate

You think your silly little flowers will hide the smell of old hallways

Well take your silly little flowers and go to hell

Your wrong like always

Come lie down beside me

It’s not too late

You need me now, the rest can wait

Warm your hands on me

Warm your hands on me