The Flower In My Head - John Gold

So now you wait for it

It comes to you

It just comes to you

It’s like the flower in my head

And I knew you would

It just comes to you

And all the voices in my hands of yesterday

If all but one faded away

It comes to you

Our blank endless stories on the wall

Our blank endless stories on the wall

New lines on my face

New lines of a poem

So loud and quiet at the same time

I dont know what we’ll find but don’t look back now

Before you wright now

Before you wright now

Our blank endles stories on the wall

New lines on my face

New lines of a poem

Our blank endless storieson the wall

New lines on my face

New lines of a poem

Before you rwight now

Before you wright now

Before you wright now