The Nits - The Flowers lyrics

She is walking through the snowflakes On the churchyard With a small bunch of flowers in her hand She's putting it on a gravestone Of a young soldier Who died on the desert sand And it hurts And it hurts The song in her head Where the flowers are gone And the young men are dead And the girls are alone With the hours Life is floating away in a small red river On the desert sand A river of pictures A movie of 20 years is flowing Through his head The flowers Where are the flowers She was picking alone in a meadow A summer a long time ago Life was endless A desert An ocean The host of a talk show is laughing And laughing And people talk about the interior of their houses And how they How they want to change it And it hurts And it hurts The song in her head Where the flowers are gone And the young men are dead And the girls are alone With the hours The Apache wandered lonely as a cloud O'r vales and hills When all at once he saw a crowd A host of red poppies in a field And the flowers Where are the flowers She was picking alone in a meadow A summer a long time ago Life was endless A desert An ocean The flowers Where are the flowers The hours The years Where are the flowers Sometimes you dream The desert is an ocean You dive deeper and deeper You cannot find him