Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright 
In tiny little towns across this big night 
Hothouse flowers all kissing for fun 
Slipping into stores then out in a run, 
Singing laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin 
High lives and reels, a tarantell’ violin 
Other people’s apartments and couches and clothes 
Young again, lost again 
Here we are, here we go 
Hothouse flowers growing up so strange 
Falling asleep with your boots on and waking aged 
Hothouse flowers all missing their friends 
Calling them late at night and hanging up on them 
Screaming laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin 
High lives and reels, your tarantell’ violin 
Other people’s apartments and couches and clothes 
Young again, lost again 
Here we are, here we go 
I'm screaming laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin 
High lives and reels, your tarantell’ violin 
Other people’s apartments and couches and clothes 
Young again, lost again 
Here we are, here we go 
Hothouse flowers pressed flat to the glass 
You get hit pretty hard moving so damn fast 
Hothouse flowers pushing past first bloom 
You grow pretty damn twitchy never leaving your room 
I think those lights down there are the lights of little towns 
Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright 
In tiny little towns across this big night 
Hothouse flowers all kissing for luck 
Stepping out all dressed, returning all ****ed up 
Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright 
In tiny little towns across this big night 
Hothouse flowers happens all the time 
Tiny little towns living great big lives