Turnover - Humblest Pleasures Lyrics
Tiger lily or a roseYou still have your place in the gardenAppreciate the bluer notesWhy is the simplest thing the hardest?What a thing it is to growFlower, I tried so hard to open my mindNo I never meant to color you inJet black, with a ballpoint penThe brilliance hurt my eyesI told you that I'm colourblindYou're blurry like the feeling inThe ending of the summerI'm living in a memoryImagining anotherEarly in the afternoonThe humblest of pleasuresFeeling the inside of youI know that I'll forget itIt's dishearteningAfter everything evaporatesA lot of painAnd all the words I singAnd the perceptive things that I explainI haven't changedYou're blurry like the feeling inThe ending of the summerI'm living in a memoryImagining anotherEarly in the afternoonThe humblest of pleasuresFeeling the inside of youI know that I'll forget it