In every screen there is a blossom tree
In every world the flowers burn for real
There is always something safe about the haze

Ashes bloom, flowers burn, ashes bloom, flowers burn

There is always something safe about the haze
All images we ever knew were fire
Now every time we meet the skies are lit
I recognize the patterns in your eyes

And I've grown dear to this burning in my heart
I put myself to sleep by counting embers

Ashes bloom, flowers burn, ashes bloom, flowers burn
Flowers burn, ashes bloom, ashes bloom, flowers burn