Counting Crows - Children In Bloom Lyrics
Children in bloom, cooking in the sunWaiting for a room of our ownLeave my sister aloneShe doesnt deserve thisShe is a flower and I am a flowerAnd we are all aloneI gotta get out on my ownI gotta get up from this waiting at homeI gotta get out of this sunlightIts melting my bonesI gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself homeAll these wasted dreams waiting for the sun to open up my heart to anyoneJust bring me some rainBecause Im dying and I cant get this damn thing closed againI gotta get out on my ownI gotta get up from this waiting at homeI gotta get out of this sunlightIts melting my bonesI gotta get up from this slubmer and get myself homeWheres the funhouse this year?The fairgrounds deserted and the skies dont seem as nearNicoles my oldest friendYeah, but the altar is empty and shell never be a little girl againI gotta get out on my ownI gotta get up from this waiting at homeI gotta get out of this sunlightIts melthing my bonesI gotta get up from this slubmer and get myself homeI gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself homeI cant find my way home
