I woke up in a crowded place
I don't wanna see my face
Pale orchidaceous creatures
They like to thrive on gloom
I need her
I feed her well
Tell me why you're here, my dear
Tell me why your tears are clear
Tell me what you fear
There will be no sunflowers facing the sun
Falling leaves or b***erflies horizon
What have I done
I don't wanna see my face
Pale orchidaceous creatures
They like to thrive on gloom
I need her
I feed her well
Tell me why you're here, my dear
Tell me why your tears are clear
Tell me what you fear
There will be no sunflowers facing the sun
Falling leaves or b***erflies horizon
What have I done