Flower In The City

You are a flower in, the city
Growing up between the subway tracks
Each day I wish that I could take you with me
And put you in my finest vase of glass

If you stared at me for hours I'd be happy
If you blessed my life with sweetness I'd stay sane
But to pick a flower is to pick its day of dying
So I wont play God
And you'll remain

You are the moon above my window
Shining down upon my sleepless face
One night I pulled you down and we went walking
Through the empty streets alone in our embrace

I could hold you here forever in this silence
Where your light would shine for no-one else but me
But to steal the moon is to doom the world to darkness
So I wont play God
I will set you free

You are the flower in the city
Growing through the concrete by yourself
Oh how I wish that I could take you with me
But you cant grow in a prison on my shelf
No you cant grown in a prison on my shelf