Too soon
You clear a room
You need
To disagree with me
Empty his is empty as can be
Stripped of passion, void of sympathy
Empty his is empty only he can be
Killing joy without a care
I fear
You don't feel
Amused
That really sucks for you
Don't you see the flowers bloom?
Don't you see surrounding you?
Can't you find a place?
Can't you hear the birds that sing?
Songs made out of everything
Listen when they say
Man, break it down
Until it's naked then
Too soon
You turn the mood
Heavy
And filled with jealousy
Empty his is empty as can be
Stripped of passion, void of sympathy
Empty his is empty only he can be
Don't you see the flowers bloom?
Don't you see surrounding you?
Can't you find a place?
Can't you hear the birds that sing?
Songs made out of everything
Listen when they say
Paint the sky in tangerine
The greatest things you've ever seen,
In front of your face
Don't you see the flowers bloom?
Don't you see surrounding you?
And the flowers bloom
They're surrounding you
And we're all just passing through
Man, break it down
Until it's naked then
Don't spit it out