In the far desert On a distant blasted plain A forgotten corner Amid the death of all things Not under the blinding sun or the cultivator's toil Only in darkness does the flower take hold It blooms at night, it blooms at night
In the old city, in abandoned shells On a desolated edge Amid the death of all things Not under the scornful eye or the corporation's hand Only in darkness does the flower take hold It blooms at night, it blooms at night
In my own head Near the hole where hope drains out And fear is branded deep Amid the death of all things Not under law or the thoughts I had before Only in darkness does the flower take hold It blooms at night, it blooms at night
In a valley filled with flowers unseen in the dark In a valley filled with flowers unseen in the dark
It blooms at night It blooms at night It blooms at nightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
