What day
Tell(me) what day
Flowers are opening one by one
Come that's enough
Flowers don't be in your hands
Go out and come tired, exhausted, uninformed
Without memories this street's corner
A little guilty, a little scaterred come that's enough
No matter how long it takes come taht's enough
If you want the world can stop
If you want it can spin fast
There won't be any difference for one last time come that's enough