Melancholy Tulip

The flower fades and withers

He wakens each day to the same winter gray

Rigid and restless for a change

She's wilted, but faith in summer keeps the hopelessness at bay

Day after day, one fails to see

The other one knows never to rush

And night after night

The harsh winds blow, they whisper slow

The blues can't be forced from this place

Sleepless, he looks for who to blame

Resting, she holds the pain, knows its name

Lushness, eternally in bloom

Fretful, his eyes stuck in the blue

She flows with ease throughout the seasons

Knowing to flourish is to die

Both can live by this reason

If only he'd come to let himself cry

If only he'd come to let himself cry

If only he'd come to let himself cry