New Flowers Songtext
von Tom Chaplin
New Flowers Songtext
And so I find myself in the ancient grove
Tall tree, withered branches, so many seasons flown
See the bitter winter shiver, for a warmer world
But the summer sun, ain′t worth its weight in gold
I don't need no fast life on the road
I just want to savour my time getting old
If I don′t need it, I'll let it go
And I want to admire how the new flowers grow
How the new flowers grow
All life is happenstance, that we jeopardise
To shoot for a chance at some earthly paradise
Years frittered, embittered waiting for a kingdom come
You can waste a life, but it never comes
So I don't need no fast life on the road
I just want to savour my time getting old
If I don′t need it, I′ll let it go
And I want to admire
So I stop and admire
Lost to the wind are the wasted hours we've known
So carve your name on a rock, etch it deep in the stone
Oh, what on earth you waiting for?
When this moment now is evermore
And I don′t need no fast life on the road
I just want to savour my time getting old
If I don't need it, I′ll let it go
And I want to admire how the new flowers grow
Tall tree, withered branches, so many seasons flown
See the bitter winter shiver, for a warmer world
But the summer sun, ain′t worth its weight in gold
I don't need no fast life on the road
I just want to savour my time getting old
If I don′t need it, I'll let it go
And I want to admire how the new flowers grow
How the new flowers grow
All life is happenstance, that we jeopardise
To shoot for a chance at some earthly paradise
Years frittered, embittered waiting for a kingdom come
You can waste a life, but it never comes
So I don't need no fast life on the road
I just want to savour my time getting old
If I don′t need it, I′ll let it go
And I want to admire
So I stop and admire
Lost to the wind are the wasted hours we've known
So carve your name on a rock, etch it deep in the stone
Oh, what on earth you waiting for?
When this moment now is evermore
And I don′t need no fast life on the road
I just want to savour my time getting old
If I don't need it, I′ll let it go
And I want to admire how the new flowers grow
Writer(s): Thomas Oliver Chaplin, Tobias Lawrence Tripp Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com