Flower

Withered, burned, scentless and dry Forgotten in a book I see

A strange and wondrous reverie Has filled my soul completely

La la la la la la la, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh La la la la la la la, oh, oh, oh, oh

Where did it bloom? And what spring's grace? How long it bloomed, and plucked by whom

A stranger or a friend, perhaps? La la la la la la, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh La la la la la la, oh, oh, oh, oh

Why was it placed here on these maps? A memory of a tender kiss Or a farewell so sorrowful

Or lonely walks through fields of bliss? La la la la la la, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh La la la la la la, oh, oh, oh, oh

Beneath the forest's shady shore Do they still live, the ones who knew

This flower pressed between the leaves Or have they faded to liken In time's relentless feeding seas

La la la la la la, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh La la la la la la, oh, oh, oh, oh