Regina Spektor - Sellers of Flowers lyrics
[Regina Spektor - Sellers of Flowers lyrics]
The sellers of flowers buy up old roses
They pull off dead petals
Like old heads of lettuce
And sell ’em as new ones
For cheaper and fairer
But they die by the morning
So who is the winner?
Not the roses not the buyers
Not the sellers maybe winter
Cause winter is coming soon after summer
It runs faster, faster chasing off Autumn
We go from a warm sun to only a white sun
We go from a large sun to only a small one
When I was a small girl
I walked through the market
Holding my dad’s hand, mitten in gloved hand
At night there were roses lit
Up in glass boxes
The heat lamps would keep them
From freezing in winter
We never bought them but somebody must have
Maybe they made it or maybe they froze up
Before any person had put them in water
And hoped that they’d still be
Alive by the morning
Who’s the winner? Not the roses
Not the buyers not the sellers
Not the tellers of these stories
Not the fathers not their children
Not those waking on a dark night
Through a memory they’re forgetting
Who’s the winner? Who’s the winner?
Maybe winter, maybe winter
Somebody steps on a light through a tunnel
They’re holding a piece of their
Mind in the rubble hold on I won’t let go
I want to know
But no one lives long enough
To see the outcome to know any answers
To know what the point is
To know if the winter ever came closer
Than on that night
When I walked with my father
A small piece of ice lodged in my mind
Lodged in my thoughts, lodged in my eyes
Cold all around, cold all around
Warm from inside, warm from inside
Who’s the winner? Not the roses
Not the buyers not the sellers
Not the tellers of these stories
Not the fathers not their children
Who’s the winner? Not the roses
Not the buyers not the sellers
Not the tellers of these stories
Not the fathers not their children
Not those walking on a dark night
Through a memory they’re forgetting
Who’s the winner? Who’s the winner?
Maybe winter, maybe winter
Who’s the winner? Who’s the winner?
Maybe winter, maybe winter
Who’s the winner? Who’s the winner?
They pull off dead petals
Like old heads of lettuce
And sell ’em as new ones
For cheaper and fairer
But they die by the morning
So who is the winner?
Not the roses not the buyers
Not the sellers maybe winter
Cause winter is coming soon after summer
It runs faster, faster chasing off Autumn
We go from a warm sun to only a white sun
We go from a large sun to only a small one
When I was a small girl
I walked through the market
Holding my dad’s hand, mitten in gloved hand
At night there were roses lit
Up in glass boxes
The heat lamps would keep them
From freezing in winter
We never bought them but somebody must have
Maybe they made it or maybe they froze up
Before any person had put them in water
And hoped that they’d still be
Alive by the morning
Who’s the winner? Not the roses
Not the buyers not the sellers
Not the tellers of these stories
Not the fathers not their children
Not those waking on a dark night
Through a memory they’re forgetting
Who’s the winner? Who’s the winner?
Maybe winter, maybe winter
Somebody steps on a light through a tunnel
They’re holding a piece of their
Mind in the rubble hold on I won’t let go
I want to know
But no one lives long enough
To see the outcome to know any answers
To know what the point is
To know if the winter ever came closer
Than on that night
When I walked with my father
A small piece of ice lodged in my mind
Lodged in my thoughts, lodged in my eyes
Cold all around, cold all around
Warm from inside, warm from inside
Who’s the winner? Not the roses
Not the buyers not the sellers
Not the tellers of these stories
Not the fathers not their children
Who’s the winner? Not the roses
Not the buyers not the sellers
Not the tellers of these stories
Not the fathers not their children
Not those walking on a dark night
Through a memory they’re forgetting
Who’s the winner? Who’s the winner?
Maybe winter, maybe winter
Who’s the winner? Who’s the winner?
Maybe winter, maybe winter
Who’s the winner? Who’s the winner?