I saw I missed your call
Sorry for not picking up
I got the job
At the flower shop
I sweep the floors but I'm talking to you
I see your eyes in the delphinium too
I've become a servant
To their blue
Chin up
Stay on task
Wash the windows
Count the cash
I picked up another couple of shifts
I hear your voice when I'm closing
Nights fall like thorns
Off the roses
All around me the narcissus bloom
I picture the sun hitting you
The air is filled
With their perfume
Chin up
Stay on task
Wash the windows
Count the cash
Cut the stems
To make them last
Keep it cool
Behind the glass
The air is filled