Wilted Flower

Magic bullet against your drought were Sumptuous rainfalls Dreary whispering of how you love Sunbaked objects It's a little strange how you walk And I still hear your withered talk I am blooming I am blooming Without you You've lost your tears vale of dust You're a wilted flower How could I now miss your face As I'm watered in a shower It's a little strange how you walk And I still hear your withered talk I am blooming I am blooming Without you It's a little strange how you walk And I still hear your withered talk I am blooming I am blooming I am blooming I am blooming Without you Without you