Flowers fold when the sun goes down
Protect their parts, take off their crowns
By morning light they bloom again
Like new they begin again
New they begin again
The days get shorter, and the nights grow colder
Withering Jewels fall and fade with the wind
The crowns may be bare, (BOTH) but the roots run deep
Like new they’ll begin again
New they’ll begin again
Oh. Where do we go from here?
The throne room is empty.
The petals have been plucked.
I’m left with nowhere to run,
Nothing to give, and no one
Who cares enough to lift the stems
That gave them so much shade
There’s nothing left to say and little left to do
Heavy is the head that bares the crown
But time moves on
So we will too
Like new we begin again
New we begin again