The feelings and the thoughts, The words that getting loose. It's hard, I'm feeling lost 'Cause all what's me is used.
The flowers, presents brought, You think I still love blooms, You think I can be bought But now whose wrong is you.
The present and the past All mixed in single mold, But future that what lasts. You listen - It's not sold!
You knowing all the laws Still try to slip right through Today I guard - no flaws. Don't dare to break the truce.
But maybe I just lied, The single whitest lie. 'Cause true - I still love blooms The ones that not from you.