Song | Constant Bloom |
Artist | Moon Safari |
Album | Blomljud |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Strange are the days, how they seem out of place | |
Flowers spring in a row, to defeat the ridden snow | |
Yet they exist without magic or tricks, when by chance loving June | |
Gasps for air and calls out: Bloom! | |
Life as is said goes up and down, we walk through the door a second time around | |
To do what was said but never done | |
And promise you gardens made of green | |
Yet we're lost in this tune, just men of the moon | |
That sing for a world of constant bloom |