There are flowers in my hair, still...

Though my innocence is broken.

My uneasy heart and thoughts

Are beaten.

You should have seen me in the Sun

While my eyes were bright 

Such a sight, you should, you should have seen...

Now we're apart.

Distant as an armless hug.

Burned by one thousand Suns.

And my eyes, do they hurt?.

Neither bright nor sight,

They've died...

Hope cuts me down

Hope cuts me down

There are flowers in my hair.