A THOUSAND FLOWERS

this is not the song that we wanted to sing
got no choir, got no bell to ring
you're not clever, you're not even Sly
the wings of soul will not take you higher

we're waiting in the foyer for the promised word
pass the mic we are shaken not stirred
there's nothing moving in the Tower Of Song
this silence is loud, but it never comes

let a thousand flowers bloom
like a promise, can't come too soon
take a picture of the moment, then
blow it up - start it again

got a use-by-date on your life like a tattoo
and if your mind goes blank, then here is a clue
everything's showbiz, pop is the New Porn
repeat and repeat 'til the feeling is gone ...