Flowers

You can look at a rose
Just any rose
Accept that it's perfect
Let it dry on the wall
But what is its purpose?
What is its purpose?

I can take in your eyes
Still never know
Bathe in the wind
To just watch it blow
To find that it's curtains
It's curtains for me
It's curtains for me
It's curtains

You were covered in ash
Holding our bones
You called out their names
The words just fell cold
'Cause they never came home
You never came home

Did I harbor the truth?
Was I talking in tongues?
This smoke covers my eyes
Covers the sun
Did you learn how to run?
The twisted up pines
It's carved itself in
Scars

I could take on the lies
Admit that I'm wrong
That there was a place
Did you look to throw stones?
Did you build up a wall
To hide yourself in
To hide yourself in
Well, you hide

I could look at a rose
Unlike any rose
Petals will fall, how will it grow?
How you look at the surface
It's just flowers mixed with leaves
Flowers mixed with leaves, flowers