Милли Ган - Petals in my hands

Fields so wide they whisper slow The breeze it hums what flowers know A path of petals A soft hello To a world where time won’t go I’m picking flowers one by one Under a pale and fleeting sun Petals in my hands they fall Do I love you Not at all The soil’s rich with secrets deep The roots remember what we keep The stems they bend but never weep The blooms hold truths we dare not speak Oh what’s the cost of every pluck Oh what’s the fate of fleeting luck I’m picking flowers one by one Under a pale and fleeting sun Petals in my hands they fall Do I love you Not at all The thorns they bite They sting They stay A scar for love that fades away The wind it laughs It takes It plays And carries all my words astray