R.s.productions — You Don’t Want My Flowers Tonight

Heat. Heat.
The last snow melts from sky.
I watch the rivers fly.
I feel it all inside.
I search your eyes—they hide.
But spring is cold in you.
You never feel it, too.
All winter I was true,
With flowers meant for you.
I keep it all inside.
You never feel my light.
You don't want my flowers tonight.
Tonight.
You don’t want my love inside.
Inside.
I gave you all I had to give—
To give.
But you don’t want the life I live.
You don’t want my flowers tonight.
Tonight.
I let it go.
Let it go.
Let it go.
I let it go.
Now I know.
Now I know.
I won’t pick flowers anymore.
I won’t stand outside your door.
I let the spring come once more—
But not for me anymore.
You don’t want my flowers tonight.
Tonight.
You don’t want my love inside.
Inside.
I gave you all I had to give—
To give.
But you don’t want the life I live.
You don’t want my flowers tonight.
Tonight.
You don’t want my love inside.
Inside.
I gave you all I had to give—
To give.
But you don’t want the life I live.
You don’t want my flowers tonight.
Tonight.
You don’t want my love inside.
Inside.
I gave you all I had to give—
To give.
But you don’t want the life I live.
You don’t want my flowers tonight.
You don’t want my flowers tonight.
You don’t want my love inside.
Inside.
I let you go.
I let you go.
Now I walk alone below.