Never changes the sound Never changes the name Never leaving the ground Like ancient remains Never worries the mind Never moves in the dirt Never bothers to heal Never bothers to hurt The sirens in red Awash in low grey The feet falling slow In a Walmart parade By the light of a screen A florescent hour The saddest house plant Blooms a flower Never feeling the ground Never feeling the rain Never seeks to be found Like ancient remains I saw you in red Against a low grey sky You reached out your hand Then Let it fall to your side The Sirens in red Awash in low grey The feet falling slow In a Walmart parade By the light of a screen Some blue tinted hour The saddest house plant Blooms a flower