Humblest Pleasures

Tiger lily or a rose You still have your place in the garden Appreciate the bluer notes Why is the simplest thing the hardest? What a thing it is to grow Flower, I tried so hard to open my mind No I never meant to color you in Jet black, with a ballpoint pen The brilliance hurt my eyes I told you that I'm colourblind You're blurry like the feeling in The ending of the summer I'm living in a memory Imagining another Early in the afternoon The humblest of pleasures Feeling the inside of you I know that I'll forget it It's disheartening After everything evaporates A lot of pain And all the words I sing And the perceptive things that I explain I haven't changed You're blurry like the feeling in The ending of the summer I'm living in a memory Imagining another Early in the afternoon The humblest of pleasures Feeling the inside of you I know that I'll forget it