Pieta Brown - Flowers of Love lyrics

Some are red Some are blue Most are nameless For me and you Some get cut down Some grow wild Some blaze like the devil Some glow like a child Some are for temples Some for the fair Some for a secret one Waiting out there Some are for sending Some are to mend Some for the broken A few for the end Flowers of love Flowers of love Some made of plastic Some made of ground Some get lost Some get around Some make garlands Some for a wreath Some in a bouquet Down in the creek Flowers of love Flowers of love Some for a bottle Some for a vase Some in the shadows On a stranger's face Some are for drunk nights Ending in dew You try to forget them But they hold on to you Flowers of love Flowers of love Some for the water Some for the land One from a hill For a lonesome hand Some are for dresses Some pinned to a shirt Moving together In the wind & the dirt Flowers of love Flowers of love Some like the ditch Some make the train Some like to lay back In the summer rain Some grow fast Some so slow Some times you give up The only one you know Flowers of love Flowers of love