Song Description
The pain of hearing the truth about yourself from your partner, and a reminder of not to be too vicios and destroy all the good things when you discuss.
| Song Length |
3:38 |
Genre |
Rock - Classic |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Language |
English |
Lyrics
Mind the Flowers
when you're digging the weed
in the final hours
of a childish need
it's so easy to kill
what took years to create
it's so hard to love
so easy to hate
Like a curtain that's drawn
like the lights turned on
truth hurts my eyes
when it's wearing your face
Like a bomb that explodes
like a gun being fired
truth hurts my ears
when it uses your voice
Can't you feel me reaching out for more?
Can't you hear me kicking at your door?
Mind the Flowers......
Like a fire that burns
like a wound that heals
like a memory that's lost
changes come to us all
Can't you hear me calling out your name?
Can't you hear me calling out in vain?
Mind the Flowers.....