Flowers

You can look at a rose Just any rose Accept that it's perfect Let it dry on the wall But what is its purpose? What is its purpose? I can take in your eyes Still never know Bathe in the wind To just watch it blow To find that it's curtains It's curtains for me It's curtains for me It's curtains You were covered in ash Holding our bones You called out their names The words just fell cold 'Cause they never came home You never came home Did I harbor the truth? Was I talking in tongues? This smoke covers my eyes Covers the sun Did you learn how to run? The twisted up pines It's carved itself in Scars I could take on the lies Admit that I'm wrong That there was a place Did you look to throw stones? Did you build up a wall To hide yourself in To hide yourself in Well, you hide I could look at a rose Unlike any rose Petals will fall, how will it grow? How you look at the surface It's just flowers mixed with leaves Flowers mixed with leaves, flowers