Текст: Yesterdays Rising. Ship Of Relations. Sidewalk's Remanence.

as a flower, eases its way through the sidewalk, i see it ... its color, possesses the town, creating all the by-standers, to frown ... as i walk up to it gracefully, theres nothing more, ive got to find a way oh ... theres nothing more, ive got to find a way, out. these thorns are protected by a layer, a layer of dust ... theses thorns are protected by the sidewalk. as i (as i) walk up (walk up) to it (to it) gracefully im stopped (stopped) and astounded (astounded) by its thorns. as i walk up to it gracefully, im stopped and astounded by its thorns oh no