untitled...morning

will you be my lover?

will you be the one?

will you be like no other

for how long?

oh yes i'll be your wild flower

grown through the concrete

and born to the backbeat of the stars

and yes i'm just a stupid guy

crushed like a butterfly

dead-eyed at the drive-by

in a car

and like flies on a windscreen

and like insects in glue

we could stick together

if you wanted to

and yes i'll be your wild flower

grown through the concrete sheets

and born to the backbeat of the stars

and i'm just a stupid guy

crushed like a butterfly

dead-eyed at the drive-by

in a car

yeah just a stupid guy

crushed like a butterfly

dead-eyed at the drive-by

in a car