Hold on; hold on just a second while I sit and graze
From this perfect little spot with such a warm embrace
Out into the openness and memories
Feeling kind of happy but in different ways
And I notice you selling flowers
And maybe in an hour
We'll go inside and pass the time
Thinking of what's outside
Thinking about you
Give and take; life is just a pottery we try to make
Molding and withholding all the times it brakes
Using and refusing to give up and wait
Breathing, seething, spinning 'til we end the day
But some them are selling flowers
And maybe in an hour
We'll go inside and pass the time
Thinking of what's outside
Thinking about you
Night charades; every morning after is the mess we made
A beautiful destruction of the palisade
Trying to relieve us of a little pain
But with the wheel just ending up in agony
But all we want to do is sell flowers
And maybe in an hour
We'll go inside and pass the time
Thinking of what's outside
Thinking about flowers
And maybe in an hour
We'll go inside and pass the time
Thinking of what's outside
Thinking about you