Cold rays of winter have been and gone
Wonder what the summer will bring
Maybe a new love to carry me on
But first I've gotta get through spring
I don’t know why
But all the rivers
They’re gonna run dry
The first on, the last to go home
There’s a rustling behind me
I turned to look back but I should have known
There ain’t nothing to see
I find myself searching
For the real thing
I don’t know who I’ll be hurting
Flowers Die
