The Flowers

The flowers you gave me are rotting And still I refuse to throw them away Some of the bulbs never opened quite fully They might, so I'm waiting and staying awake Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep I'll never know if I go to sleep Eaaa, ahh A-da-dum, a-da-dum Bum, ba-da-dum Waau, ba-daam The papers around me are piling and twisting Regina the paperback mummy, what then I'm taking the knife to the books that I own And I'm chopping and chopping and boiling soup from stone Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep I'll never know if I go to sleep Things I have loved I'm allowed to keep I'll never know if I go to sleep Aah, ooh do doo Aah, oh de dah, oh Aah, de dah da da Ba bum, ba bum