Texty: Itchyhead. Other. In Crowded Rooms.

Little golden gloves hang down your neck.
I have all your pictures on my wall.
You've taken them all.
Captured signs of lonliness in your life.
You know your the greatest you can be.
Its all the same to me.

Your my changing seasons.
In crowded rooms, flowers bloom.
Your my good feeling.
In crowded rooms, flowers bloom away.

You perk up the wallflower that I am.
Now I'm blooming into something new,
and it's because of you.
Sometimes I don't wake up from my dreams.
Dreaming of the time we fell asleep,
underneath a tree.

In crowded rooms, flowers bloom away

(Thanks to Andrew for these lyrics)