If I tried to think and talk on the level I could blow a silent wave that would break against the grudge you bear me And upon your ruthless rave Got a dull ache in my stomach and my tired heart is standing still I stay out of your mean daily wars I beware of getting into your fights I'm a flower underwater, see against the light My leaves are perfect green, ain't gonna be no bruises If I tried to draw in profile the shape of those who vanish off the core I could take aim and then strike just like you did with me before While instead I observe your colours through my window painted blue And I try to refine my sorrow, so I slowly bask in gloom So now I'm standing still in this doubtful borderline. I stay out of your mean daily wars I beware of getting into your fights I'm a flower underwater, see against the light My leaves are perfect green, ain't gonna be no bruises.