Down in the darkest blues, where the faceless shadows groove, I found a tune that flickered
in the dark and brightened the mark, where no flames grew, where no flames grew.
I understood for a moment, and gazed at a flower, that grew in the light.
Love was in a report, but what love's due for, I knew not then, I knew not then.
So I left the light, went into the night, where no flames grew, where no flames grew.
Got lost in the dark, on the endless mark, where no flames grew.
I turned around, to the light I'd found.
I picked up the cry, but the light was gone.
And I started to cry, and I cried out why, where no flames grew.
And I started to cry, and I cried out why, where no flames grew.
And I started to cry, and I cried out why, where no flames grew.
And I started to cry, and I cried out why, where no flames grew.