Counting Crows


Children in Bloom

Children in bloom, cooking in the sun
Waiting for a room of our own
Leave my sister alone
She doesn’t deserve this
She is a flower and I am a flower
And we are all alone

I gotta get out on my own
I gotta get up from this waiting at home
I gotta get out of this sunlight
It’s melting my bones
I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home
All these wasted dreams waiting for the sun to open up my heart to anyone
Just bring me some rain
Because I’m dying and I can’t get this damn thing closed again

I gotta get out on my own
I gotta get up from this waiting at home
I gotta get out of this sunlight
It’s melting my bones
I gotta get up from this slubmer and get myself home

Where’s the funhouse this year?
The fairground’s deserted and the skies don’t seem as near
Nicole’s my oldest friend
Yeah, but the altar is empty and she’ll never be a little girl again

I gotta get out on my own
I gotta get up from this waiting at home
I gotta get out of this sunlight
It’s melthing my bones
I gotta get up from this slubmer and get myself home
I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home
I can’t find my way home



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