Where’s the spring gone from my stride? Can I feel you, see the real you I know it’s there deep inside You’ve got to let someone touch you Cos in my dreams I still hide Safe away from prying eyes Where you can open like a flower
When did you become so old and tired that you forgot how to say
The words were not allowed to say Can’t give too much away You’ve got to stay cold, stay strong But let your guard down, have some faith, That there will come a day when you can open like a flower
Where’s the heart gone from my sleeve? Can I thaw you, see the raw you Not too far gone to retrieve This is for you, I implore you To be myself again I know you feel the pain Comes when you open like a flower
Healing wounds come apart again This waxing moon Dares to start again And maybe soon she’ll tend to all the broken parts of Little loon, the warm winds drive the clouds apart.