If I tried to think and talk on the level

I could blow a silent wave

that would break against

the grudge you bear me

And upon your ruthless rave



Got a dull ache in my stomach and my

tired heart is standing still



I stay out of your

mean daily wars

I beware of getting into your fights

I'm a flower underwater,

see against the light

My leaves are perfect green,

ain't gonna be no bruises



If I tried to draw in profile the shape

of those who vanish off the core

I could take aim and then strike

just like you did with me before



While instead I observe your colours

through my window painted blue

And I try to refine my sorrow,

so I slowly bask in gloom

So now I'm standing still in this

doubtful borderline.



I stay out of your

mean daily wars

I beware of getting into your fights

I'm a flower underwater,

see against the light

My leaves are perfect green,

ain't gonna be no bruises.