Humblest Pleasures Songtext
von Turnover

Tiger lily or a rose
You still have your place in the garden
Appreciate the bluer notes
Why is the simplest thing the hardest?

What a thing it is to grow
Flower, I tried so hard to open my mind
No, I never meant to color you in
Jet black, with a ballpoint pen
The brilliance hurt my eyes
I told you that I′m colorblind


Blurry like the feeling in the ending of the summer
Living in a memory, imagining another
Early in the afternoon, the humblest of pleasures
Feeling the inside of you, I know that I'll forget it

It′s disheartening
After everything evaporates
A lot of pain
And all the words I sing
And the perceptive things that I explain
I haven't changed

Blurry like the feeling in the ending of the summer
Living in a memory, imagining another
Early in the afternoon, the humblest of pleasures
Feeling the inside of you, I know that I'll forget it