Counting Crows - children in bloom текст песни

Children in bloom, cooking in the sun

Waiting for a room of our own

Leave my sister alone

She doesnt deserve this

She is a flower and I am a flower

And we are all alone

I gotta get out on my own

I gotta get up from this waiting at home

I gotta get out of this sunlight

Its melting my bones

I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home

All these wasted dreams waiting for the sun to open up my heart to anyone

Just bring me some rain

Because Im dying and I cant get this damn thing closed again

I gotta get out on my own

I gotta get up from this waiting at home

I gotta get out of this sunlight

Its melting my bones

I gotta get up from this slubmer and get myself home

Wheres the funhouse this year?

The fairgrounds deserted and the skies dont seem as near

Nicoles my oldest friend

Yeah, but the altar is empty and shell never be a little girl again

I gotta get out on my own

I gotta get up from this waiting at home

I gotta get out of this sunlight

Its melthing my bones

I gotta get up from this slubmer and get myself home

I gotta get up from this slumber and just get myself home

I cant find my way home