A Dry Flower

Please Keep a dry flower

In the book of our dreams

I will write my memories

They'll be lost downstream

And the flower will tell you tales

That you'd never believe

As I ran with the cold wind on my face

I realized that I was still standing in the same place

All memories were erased by time

But the wounds changed the beat of my heart

We no longer recognize ourselves

Pictures of our youth came from outer space

All the pain was healed by time

But the wounds changed the beat of my heart

And the flower told me tales

With the saddest minor scale

And the flower told me tales

With the saddest minor scale

And the flower told me tales

With the saddest minor scale

All the pain was healed by time

But the wounds changed the beat of my heart

And the flower told me tales

With the saddest minor scale