Still The Flowers Bloom

Mick Hart

Breathe, voices in me,
Circling in my head
Breathing flames of fiction down my neck.

I can't get out of this,
Surrounded by a storm that i don't want to feel,
Still the flowers bloom in my dreams,
Still the flowers bloom.

Still the flowers bloom in my dreams,
To cradle me.

Taunt me, taunt me,
Sometimes i don't really know you well,
but i love you still.
Oh no, here it comes again,
This time arousal throws it's wicked spin,
I'm lost but oh so loving this,
Still the flowers bloom.

Still the flowers bloom in my dreams,
to cradle me.
So many more coming...
Weigh down my head,
This is my conscience breathing,
Weigh down, weigh down,
Weigh down my head...

This one seems so real,
I see a picture of myself,
Is this how my mental heals?
Still the flowers bloom

Still the flowers bloom in my dreams,
to cradle me.
So many more coming.