You told me all creation stars,
Within the darkness of a womb
Comparing flowers to enlightened minds, and
Therefore loving to see them bloom
As I had loved to see your joy, and
Sought out a meadow to pick this living light, but
Then I turned up at your door, and
Found I'd only been stealing in the night
When you said: "Don't give me flowers to put in a vase,
They're beautiful, I know, but they are dying,
Unline the love that they were given to proclaim
We'll plan an oak tree in our garden,
To better stand the test of time,
Please don't kill no flowers in my name,
Don't kill flowers in my name."
Well then I thought of life and death, and
The impermanence of all there is, and
Grew unsure of how you knew
Our love could never feel the deathly kiss of time
When you said: "Love is like a phoenix, never to truly die,
For it rises from its own ashes to be born anew,
Yeah, it is so if the love is true, but
If it's lost to you and I, it is lost to the world, and
It will truly feel as though each star has ceased to shine for good,
Our love it loves on as it should,
Our love lives on as it should."
