Flowers and Jars Songtext
von The Hunts

So it began
The ponderous hands
The flower the field
My conflict revealed
Dear you will grow
And beauty prevail
Could I be trusted with something so frail?

I′ve set apart the extent of my heart
About it a mischief, before it a guard
And I'll give it up though it may not be much
To a collector of flowers and jars


It′s simple I know, I should softly let go
But I'm so uncertain
My friend from my foe
I've made up my mind
But what of my heart?
Your beauty another may fail to regard

I′ve set apart the extent of my heart
About it a mischief before it a guard
And I′ll give it up though it may not be much
To a collector of flowers and jars

Fall was my friend
Though I failed her again
I'm sorry for everything
I′ll change if I can
Was it my fear or the time that I spent
Serving my sentence before it began?