When everything goes crazy
When everything is disappointing
When nothing is in its place
Not even me
When everything tires me out
When everything is disgusting
When nothing is worth it
Not even me
I think of flowers
Who are perfect
Who have no other role than to be
I think of flowers
And it's stupid
But I want their silent beauty
When the facts
Give me insomnia
When nothing heals me
Not even you
When I look for a meaning
At my long wandering
That nothing relieves me
Nothing seduces me
I think of flowers
which are perfect
Who have no other role than to be
I think of flowers
And it's stupid
But I want their silent beauty
But I want their silent beauty
May my heart implode
Let me bite my thoughts
Dreads me like a wave
Ready to swallow me
When I'm stuck
In a too narrow body
That I feel the universe
Close on me
I think of flowers
which are perfect
Who have no other role than to be
I think of flowers
And it's stupid
But I envy their silent beauty