Pick the flowers

Count your lovers and

What am I supposed to do

Gaze into a starlit night

Catch an angel in her flight

Do what you want to

If you want to

Say what you want to say

Cause it may help, if you

Think in the end

Thinkin' bout tomorrow

Spring has gone

So are the flowers

What's the use in hangin' round

Take a picture of us now

Cause we might never see this way