Flowers, flowers, flowers
Lyrics & Music: Franz Xaver Grömmer / Armin Grossi

Our friend and webmaster Chris Streili convinced us
to record this song although we haven´t played it for years


They say you came from somewhere else
fitted with a pile of stones
and all the guys who walk with you
they really walk alone

They say you clean your teeth with wine
and smile your comment like a fish
they say you really deal with time
they don´t believe you´re childish

I run and I fly and I stumble . . .

I see flowers in your footsteps
I smell honey when you come
my love is like a concrete-tower
in the pale November sun

And if you open up your mouth
a 1000 lovers bite the dust
to say goodbye is not a flower
when the flowers turn to rust

You are a tide rope walker
lie away your net
like a sugar cube near the sea
afraid of getting wet

I run and I fly and I stumble . . .

I see flowers in your footsteps . . .



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