All The Pretty Flowers Songtext
von Emma Tricca

You are owned by the funny devil
Who picks all the pretty flowers passing by
And you′re owned by the curse of a mother
Who lost her child
You're owned by the poet′s verses
And the empty lines
You're owned by needs and confusion
You're sitting in a white room


Oh, but I′m only owned by the red night
Falling on the roof of this town
And owned by your moody mornings
From a flat, broken bed on the way
To the rolling stars

So you′re owned by that funny devil
Who picks all the pretty flowers passing by
And you're owned by the curse of a mother
Who lost her child

Oh, but I′m only owned by the red night
Falling on the roofs of this town
And owned by your moody mornings
From a flat, broken bed on the way
To the rolling stars