As a flower, eases its way through the sidewalk, I see it
Its colour possesses the town, creating all the by-standers {to frown}
As I walk up to it, there's nothing more, I've got to find a way, oh
There's nothing more, I've got to find a way out
These thorns are protected by a layer; a layer of dust
These thorns are protected by the sidewalk
As I walk up to it, gracefully I'm stopped and astounded by its thorns
As I walk up to it, gracefully I'm stopped and astounded by its thorns, oh no
These thorns are protected by a layer; a layer of dust
These thorns are protected by a layer; a layer of dust