Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Florist, artist - Kids in Glass Houses. Date of issue: 11.08.2011
Song language: English
The Florist |
| Take a ticket and wait in the line outside |
| In the sun we are nothing but food for the flies |
| Then they tell us that the florist easily bores |
| If we want we need we’d better keep it short |
| I remember the day the music died and left me wanting more |
| I remember the way my mother cried when daddy went to war |
| Died that day, they came and took you away |
| In between night and day |
| Otis — lost in the hiss of the stereo’s mouth |
| Motions us to a door, empties our pockets out |
| In the blackest market that you will never see |
| Give you all that you want if you’re willing to please |
| I remember the day the music died and left me wanting more |
| I remember the way my mother cried when daddy went to war |
| Died that day, they came and took you away |
| In between night and day |