Humblest Pleasures Songtext

von Turnover

Tiger lily or a rose, you still have your place in the garden.
Appreciate the bluer notes.
Why is the simplest thing the hardest?
What a thing it is to grow.
Flower i tried so hard to open my mind.
No, i never meant to color you in, jet black, with a ballpoint pen.
The brilliance hurt my eyes.
I told you that I'm colorblind.
You're blurry like the feeling in the ending of the summer.
I'm living in a memory, imagining another.
Early in the afternoon, the humblest of pleasures, feeling the inside of you.
I know that i'll forget it.
It's disheartening that after everything evaporates, a lot of pain, and all the words i sing, and the perceptive things that i explain, i haven't changed.