lights our way home Like the flower that shattered the stone Like a bright star in Heaven That lights our way home Like the flower that shattered the stone
I don?t want you to be high I don?t want you to be down Don?t want to tell you no lie Just want you to be around Please come right up to my ears You
I know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers
I got sunshine, on a cloudy day When it?s cold outside, I got the month of may I guess, you?ll say, What can make me feel this way? My girl (my girl
Please go home Please go home Well maybe I?m talkin to fast But I won?t be the first or the last In the sea of the thousand you cast C?mon please go
A smile on your face But not in your eyes You?re looking through me You don?t feel it inside Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby Ride on, baby,
Since I was young I?ve been very hard to Please And I don?t know wrong from right But there is one thing I could never Understand Some of the sick things
You can turn off and on more times Than a flashin? neon sign. When you want you?re bad But you can be so kind Just take it or leave it Don?t tell your
Have you seen your mother, baby, standing in the shadow? Have you had another, baby, standing in the shadow? I'm glad I opened your eyes The have-nots
You don?t know what?s going on You?ve been away for far too long You can?t come back and think you are still mine You?re out of touch, my baby My poor
you think you're the Queen of the Underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers to
that sound I hear coming from the ground that' going 'round and 'round I can feel it pull me down On my knees tears of joy have come to me As the flower
our way home Like the flower that shattered the stone Like a bright star in Heaven That lights our way home Like the flower that shattered the stone
know you think you're the queen of the underground And you can send me dead flowers every morning Send me dead flowers by the mail Send me dead flowers
wither and die Flowers wont grow in gardens of stone The ground must be tended but we left it alone The seeds that we scattered are all parched and blown Flowers
we are rising I'll be the moon to your sun I'll be your flower child I'll be your flower child Sweet sensation Your cool vibration I'll be your flower
that sound I hear coming from the ground That' going 'round and 'round I can feel it pull me down On my knees tears of joy have come to me As the flower