The Flowers

I left the flowers on the table On the table with the lonely chair in the corner I could not stay any longer For the longing as I looked out the window, oh oh So tell me of your gypsy travels Cause I would surely bore you With my own Oh nobody seems to be much of a listener They're either window gazing or soul chasing in the winter Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm And if the little things are what make the difference Oh and walking the talk is what they're talking all about Oh please don't give me no pre fabrication Cause I like the good old fashioned imagination Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh,oh oh Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm So I left the flowers on the table... --- The Flowers - Andrea Soler