And Sara thinks she´s died here once before
she´s crazy
a pop-up book of flowers from grade 4
are driving her insane
no-one knows why
she´s sad tonight
no-one can help her find
Crying, she couldn´t afford the view
crying, these automatic flowers won´t do
Another brick
another window frames the confusion
her garden blooms but Sara can´t see straight
she´s drinking herself blind
no-one knows why
she stands outside
no-one can help her find
{Refrain:}
She never admitted
She never considered
She always needs better
She´s wasting all her time
Crying, crying, she couldn´t afford the view
crying, crying, these automatic flowers won´t do
these automatic flowers won´t do won´t do...