Ten feet twenty, the Flower Man
Is waiting for the touch of his hand
Straightening petals out without a plan
Like the ever daily
Wish that bothers the Flower Man
Could I do something to make him laugh?
Inside my little chamber made of glass
So he lives the
Flower Man, Flower Man
With his heart in the sand
So he stands
To watch the whole wide world
From a can
Way up high in the sky
With the Sun in his eyes
Ain't it nice?
The life forever for
Flowers
Long as we flowers hold any power
We'll use it for our king of flowers
Never again!
Will we have to watch him sigh
Under this running sky
Hopes and dreams
Are they fantasies?
If they're no more than dreams
Then let us dream
Let me dream!
Just a fantasy?
Cause they feel real to me
If that's all you can dream
Then let him dream!
Are they hopes or dreams?
Are they how we cope? (And nothing more)
If they're no more than hopes
Don't let us know
Let me hope!
In this fantasy
I can clearly see him happy
Though it's make-believe
It's what he needs!
Ten feet twenty, the Flower Man
Is waiting for the touch of his hand
Fallen to pieces still without a plan
Yet the ever daily
Hope that powered the Flower Man
Would never cower off of its path
Even if broken I am more than glass!
So he lived the
Flower Man, Flower Man
With his heart in the sand
So he stands
To watch the whole wide world
From a can!
Way up high in the sky
With the Sun in your eyes!
Ain't it nice?
The life forever for
Flowers