Jack Alacka - Flowers Lyrics

Flowers falling
From our ceiling
Like papier-mâché
Ever waiting
Anticipation
Pull us back and forth
Face to face but
No embracing
Victims to a crime
Sleepy soul
Far from home
Never gets a break

Embers burning bright
Stars without a light
Counting down the time
You'll be mine

Hits I've taken
Elevated
Don't die butterfly
Purple footage
Smiley faces
Show us where we've been
Consequences
Shoulder mentions
Leave them awake behind
All is grayed out
Numbers faded
Won't we get a chance

Embers burning bright
Stars without a light
Counting down the time
You'll be mine

Wait up for me