The intercom rings
I tell them to come up
It's someone bringing flowers, I get agitated
The vilest pain
Kills me
But I run to the elevator door, to be kind
And to the nameless fan
I explain: 'The flowers don't realize
They live for themselves
And for the birds, and for the wind'
The murder of the flower
Was all because of love
The murder of the flower
Was all because of love
Flowers are flowers
Alive in a garden
People are good
They are born like that
Flowers are flowers
Harvested without pity
By someone who is in love
And doesn't want to be alone
Early in the morning, blood drips
It was all because of love
And the good man practices this act
The murder of the flower
Was all because of love
The murder of the flower
Was all because of love
Early in the morning, blood drips
It was all because of love
And the good man practices this act
The murder of the flower
Was all because of love
The murder of the flower
Was all because of love
The murder of the flower
Was all because of love
The murder of the flower
Was all because of love
The murder of the flower
The murder of the flower...