Whilst the Flowers Look

All you need to know, is an instinct and you feel it in an instant

Will it satiate, or situate ourselves?

Your inner compass, no direction from another

If you're awake, I'm alive

With a bruise to prove and the sunlight's in my hair

Whilst the flowers look

Listening to yourself

Can't see the original face

Feel so overwhelmed

It won't disappear

Nothing you can do, but relax

Tears keep you awake, so what's the use in that?

A softer sight is serenity, together

Let me sink into this state forever

Open hands aren't broken hands

Let me sink into this state, forever

Scratch behind my ear, for an itch that's not there

You can't disappear, even strangers see you

Elusive has the key, to an unanswered question

Got a bruise to prove and the sunlight's in my hair

Whilst the flowers look

Listening to myself

Can't see the original face

Feel so overwhelmed

It won't disappear

Illuminate the room, with a laugh

It's something you should do, and don't hold back

A softer sight is serenity, together

Let me sink into this state forever

Open hands aren't broken hands

Let me sink into this state, forever

Is it what we can see that will be missed?

Or have we a vision of a portrait with a lot of detail obstructed by the frame?

Life is holistic, and remember, we aren't endless

Balance hope with reality, and be sure to take that picture out of its frame

E' quello che vediamo che ci manchera'?

O la visione del ritratto che abbiamo e'offuscata dalla cornice?

La vita e' ollistica, e ricorda, noi non siamo eterni

Bilancia la speranza con la realta', e sii sicuro di togliere quel ritratto dalla sua cornice