As a flower, eases its way through the sidewalk, I see it.
Its colour possesses the town, creating all the by-standers {to frown}.

As I walk up to it, there's nothing more, I've got to find a way, oh.
There's nothing more, I've got to find a way out.

These thorns are protected by a layer; a layer of dust.
These thorns are protected by the sidewalk.

As I walk up to it, gracefully I'm stopped and astounded by its thorns.
As I walk up to it, gracefully I'm stopped and astounded by its thorns, oh no.

These thorns are protected by a layer; a layer of dust.
These thorns are protected by a layer; a layer of dust.