Flower

No one's awake, except for me The silence is growing Can I finally be me See the oven glowing Feel the dough folding Morning's close, but far from plain sight Will I see you, on my way Everything is closed, my heart is too Fold the covers, back to bed Goodnight moon Birds begin to sing, "Bring the bread" As they fly over my head... Picking the petals Will I see you, on my way There must be a reason that I feel this way I felt this before as you passed by the gate There must be a reason I saw you before and I felt this way... No one's awake, except for us... The girl with the flower The boy with the flour In his hair, In her hair There must be a reason that I feel this way I felt this before as you passed by the gate There must be a reason I saw you before and I felt this way... I felt this way... The boy with the flour I felt this way... The girl with the flower I felt this way... The boy with the flour I felt this way... Mhm... Mhm... Mhm...