Gently Hard - Malina

If I tried to think and talk on the level

I could blow a silent wave

That would break against

The grudge you bear me

And upon your ruthless rave

Got a dull ache in my stomach and my

Tired heart is standing still

I stay out of your

Mean daily wars

I beware of getting into your fights

I’m a flower underwater

See against the light

My leaves are perfect green

Ain’t gonna be no bruises

If I tried to draw in profile the shape

Of those who vanish off the core

I could take aim and then strike

Just like you did with me before

While instead I observe your colours

Through my window painted blue

And I try to refine my sorrow

So I slowly bask in gloom

So now I’m standing still in this

Doubtful borderline

I stay out of your

Mean daily wars

I beware of getting into your fights

I’m a flower underwater

See against the light

My leaves are perfect green

Ain’t gonna be no bruises