Lyrics

As a flower eases its way through the sidewalk, I see it Its colour possesses the town, creating all the by-standers (to frown) As I walk up to it, there's nothing more, I've got to find a way, oh There's nothing more, I've got to find a way out These thorns are protected by a layer; a layer of dust These thorns are protected by the sidewalk As I walk up to it, gracefully I'm stopped and astounded by its thorns As I walk up to it, gracefully I'm stopped and astounded by its thorns, oh no These thorns are protected by a layer; a layer of dust These thorns are protected by a layer; a layer of dust