cause even though the flower fades, something takes its place. a marching band on a sunny day, two pretty eyes or a pretty face. and in the forest i make my home, lay down my heart on an ancient stone. and if my heart should somehow stop, i’ll hang on to the hope that you’re not too late, that you’re not too late. and there are times i know when i will have to chase you, and the further from my side you go, the longing grows. and i will hate it, i still want you, cause i will hate it, but i still want you around.