Dandelion from Florist by Florist

dandelion, follow my eyes to the edge but not one step more it’s the sound that i need from your voice
to belong to the shade that i choose in my life and the home is a garden that i can’t keep alive

darkest light
second cup of coffee we haven’t talked in a long time it’s the dark that i need from your eyes
when i look to the sun as it falls from the sky your voice comes quietly into my mind asking “how do you feel in this day?”
i wish i could be there, put my hand on your face here it comes now, fill up the floodplain

wildest silence, i know it comes from somewhere we haven’t gone in a long time
where does death leave it’s eyes in our lives
why does life show us life when we look at the sky i’ve never seen summer like the summer this time the days breathing longer than the night
let me show you the place where i go when i die, let me show you the place where i go when i die and the home is a garden that can’t keep me alive

• Folk
• diy
• minimal
• pop
• wiggles
• New York