You could take a rock
And paint it green
And it would probably be better
But if you took a flower
And drowned it in paint
It would shrivel up and wither...
(wither and die)
If we never...
No, not ever
We all said that we would never ever ever do that
But if it ever happens, that's just ever...
Although
I think that it will never ever happen 'cause
Now
There's nothing I can do
(But we said that. But we said that, didn't we?)
Now
It's out of my hands (out of my hands)
You could wash the rock
Oh, so many times
To know that nothing ever survives
Only my false carnations have maintained
And all the rest of them have withered
Withered and died