Wilted Flower - Maximilian Hecker

A Magic bullet against your drought

Were sumptuous rainfalls

Dreary whispering of how you love

Sun-baked objects

It’s a little strange how you walk

And I still hear your withered talk

I am blooming

I am blooming

Without you

You’ve lost your tears in a vale of dust

You’re a wilted flower

How could I now miss your face

As I’m watered in a shower?

It’s a little strange how you walk

And I still hear your withered talking

I am blooming

I am blooming

Without you

It’s a little strange how you walk

And I still hear your withered talking

I am blooming

I am blooming

I am blooming

I am blooming

Without you