Lyrics Bangalore Flowers - Thermal And A Quarter

Bangalore Flowers

Sweet time, memory
Coming back home
Cool, clear, slow and cloudy
Watching Bangalore flowers
Simple, smiling, windblown
Sipping Southie coffee
By my side, I’m not alone
Around Bangalore flowers
Everywhere this land I go
I’m weary, I’m worried, I’m craving
Back on the road, up the plateau
For this bearable lightness of being
She’s got me in the zone
She’s a flower, a Bangalore flower
She’s got me in the zone
No up-market paint job, no cover-ups
She keeps me on the phone
Flower, Bangalore flower
She’s got me in the zone
Days, minutes, hours
Going to the shows
Talkies, music, first-day covers
With Bangalore flowers
Pulp fiction in the green
Stories intertwine
Times change, brand-new scene
Still, Bangalore flowers
Everywhere this land I go
I’m weary, I’m worried, I’m craving
To be back on the road, up the plateau
For this bearable lightness of being
No poster on my wall
No stuck-up intellectual
Just a Bangalore flower
No high-fly Barbie doll
No need to have it all
Just a Bangalore flower