If I go on what I'm told
I really am not very old
My back does ache, my psyche's stretched
Have I earned my wisdom yet
Flowers are such pretty things
Right up there with butterfly wings
Have you held one in your hand
If I go on what's been said
I feel my heart make my face red
I close my eyes and cry instead
No one's any closer now
Time can't change, it can't know how
Does this help you understand?
Rolling, rising, hear me sing
Flowers are such pretty things
My pretty pendulum swings
Ageless, mindless, young and wrecked
Learning hasn't happened yet
If I go on what I'm told
I really am not very bold