Cover my head with sand under the sun
When you think the words are too many
Tell me if my taste's still on your lips
When you think the fears are too many
When a flower's born you'll find me
When a flower dies you'll find yourself
Your castle falls among anger, sand and sun
When you think the words are sweet
You tell me my taste's still on your lips
When you think the fears are pointless
When a flower's born you'll find me
When a flower dies you'll find yourself
You tell me how many options you want
If you never listen when I talk
Among them all, which option are you?
When a flower's born you'll find me
When a flower dies you'll find yourself