late bloomers Lyrics

Who knew late bloomers inside themselves

Would talk so late into the new new night

And why didn't I ever know how easy life was

When you were born so angrily and told it was all righteous

When we used to talk we were dead

And now we are sprouting up towards the noonday sun

And so what if we both complain about the pessimists

It will never rain again

Unless we wanted it all along

Who else grew older and found themselves unfurling there with fresh raw roots

How sweet the autumn came

Our old selves were dying

The flowers of our bodies

Made our bed

We were dead

Sprouting up towards the noonday night

We hate the rain

Except for when it rains just just right

We were dead

The flowers of our bodies

Made our bed

We were dead

Sprouting up towards the noonday night

The flowers of our bodies

Made our bed

We were dead

Late bloomers

We were dead