Flowers

Flowers growing

By the drunken river

Flowers growing

By the burning bridges

Flowers growing

Out of my bones

On the toppled towers flowers growing

On an island above flowers growing

Behind a mirror, behind a door

Flowers growing

Drifting fires of orange flowers

Roll down the stair, down from a star

Where they lie so long, beneath the seasons

Dead among the

On the toppled towers flowers growing

By the drunken river flowers growing

On an island above flowers growing

Out of my bones

Drifting carpets of orange flowers

Roll down the stairs, down from a star

Where they lie so long, beneath the seasons

Dead among the

Drifting fires of orange flowers

Lift from your eyes, out with a breath

Where they lie so long, beneath the seasons

Dead among the flowers growing