Das Pop - Flowers In The Dirt lyrics
[Das Pop - Flowers In The Dirt lyrics]
I hear symphonies as I wake up to the roar
Down to my trembling knees
I am shaken to the core
The laws of dog and man
Written when the fire burned
Set in stone forever
Don't apply to me and her at all
As we rise and we fall as the city burns
Deep beneath the very streets
Flowers in the dirt
Dirty flowers at her feet
And I fall to my knees
And in her bed and there alone
I feel the beating of the drum
And with the storm so close to home
I hear it calling
She takes me to a place
And it may take a couple of days
Before we see the last of this town
This town without a face
And there were people here
There we cigarettes and beer
Over fallen leaves
She will lead us till the end of the way
It's getting late
Lately we've been stepping out of line
I say maybe, this could be our time
She says baby, everything is here
This was in my dream
And the rest is memories
Stuff of legend, stuff of dreams
Buried in debris is the stuff of her and me
But as the city burns
Deep beneath these very streets
Flowers in the dirt
Dirty flowers at her feet
As I fall to my knees
And in her bed and there alone
I feel the beating of the drum
And with the storm so close to home
I hear it calling
Lately we've been stepping out of line
I say maybe, this could be our time
She says baby, everything is here
This was in my dream
Down to my trembling knees
I am shaken to the core
The laws of dog and man
Written when the fire burned
Set in stone forever
Don't apply to me and her at all
As we rise and we fall as the city burns
Deep beneath the very streets
Flowers in the dirt
Dirty flowers at her feet
And I fall to my knees
And in her bed and there alone
I feel the beating of the drum
And with the storm so close to home
I hear it calling
She takes me to a place
And it may take a couple of days
Before we see the last of this town
This town without a face
And there were people here
There we cigarettes and beer
Over fallen leaves
She will lead us till the end of the way
It's getting late
Lately we've been stepping out of line
I say maybe, this could be our time
She says baby, everything is here
This was in my dream
And the rest is memories
Stuff of legend, stuff of dreams
Buried in debris is the stuff of her and me
But as the city burns
Deep beneath these very streets
Flowers in the dirt
Dirty flowers at her feet
As I fall to my knees
And in her bed and there alone
I feel the beating of the drum
And with the storm so close to home
I hear it calling
Lately we've been stepping out of line
I say maybe, this could be our time
She says baby, everything is here
This was in my dream