Neil Finn Edible Flowers
Everybody wants the same thing
Everybody wants the same thing
To see another birthday...
Look at all the pretty numbers
Look at all the pretty numbers
Scattered over the calendar
I can see my reflection
I can see my reflection
In the shop window
Who owns that space?
Declare it if you dare tonight
Don't let the moment pass until another day
Bright lights dissolve
Like sugar deep inside you now
All is not the same somehow
I'm hardly here at all
All the trash and the treasure,
All the trash and the treasure,
All the pain and the pleasure.
Taste the edible flowers,
Taste the edible flowers,
Scattered in the salad-days(?)
Who owns that space?
Declare it if you dare tonight
Don't let the moment pass until another day
Bright lights dissolve
Like sugar deep inside you now
And still the rain keeps coming down.
I'm hardly here at all.
Everything's gone quiet now
I'm hardly here at all.
