I see all the flowers growing
But my mind is benching on
Between channelling and knowing
Where the sun is high above
I lack understanding
While my love is so demanding
The love itself is rarely understood
I’m reaching for direction
So darling, in reflection
If only I could feel the way I should
I see all the flowers growing
But my mind is benching on
Between channelling and knowing
Where the sun is high above
I lack understanding
While my love is so demanding
The love itself is rarely understood
I’m reaching for direction
So darling, in reflection
If only I could feel the way I should