Amon Tobin - Pretty Flowers lyrics

[Verse one] I stop to look at pretty flowers on the roadside And prick a finger on a stem ‘cause in my dreams I'm no one On my way to nowhere Enjoying the sunlight's gaze again I stop to look at pretty flowers on the roadside And prick a finger on a stem I'm thousands of miles away So why does it feel like I'm wide-awake? Why does it feel like I'm wide-awake? Why does it feel like I'm wide-awake? Why does it feel like I'm wide-awake? Why does it feel like I'm wide-awake? [Verse two] When your grip on reality loosens So does your ability to keep interacting with other humans All of a sudden visitations become intrusive You get treated less like a friend and more like a nuisance It's like your brain's on vacation Drawing blanks and making it hard just to maintain a conversation Got you choosing words carefully Out of fear that you might say something embarra**ing We all know this life is f**ed up but no one says it ‘cause if you talk about it you sound like a broken record So everybody just stays quiet and minds their business Acceptance is scary as sh** Denial isn't So you just work on keeping your composure slick So everyone around you doesn't notice it You can't even tell the people that you're closest with As you descend the spiral staircase of hopelessness But it's peaceful [Verse three] Now that little glimmer of hope that you followed When you were younger has gotten smaller and smaller You had the love of your life already and you lost her Every time you look in the mirror you see a monster Only twenty years old But can't imagine living in this cold world twenty seconds longer The pain feels never-ending Only the flesh can truly separate the dead from the living, baby You find it harder to appreciate your life Endless days go by And you drift even farther away from the light Until the dream realm becomes the only pardonable place to hide Your harbinger of insatiable plight As soon as she closes her eyes She pictures a world with no God, no mankind All alone with her thoughts, totally quiet as she floats by Spirit of a coastguard Picking pretty flowers by the roadside