Hothouse Flowers

Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright
In tiny little towns across this big night
Hothouse flowers, kissing for fun
Skipping into stores then out in a run
Singing

Laments and rowdy songs
Hymns about sin
High lifes and reels
A tarentell violin
Other people's apartment's and couches and clothes
Young again
Lost again
Here we are
Here we go

Hothouse flowers growing up so strange
Falling asleep with your boots on and waking aged
Hothouse flowers missing their friends
Calling up late at night and hanging up on them
Singing

Laments and rowdy songs
A hymn and a sin
High lifes and reels
Your tarentell violin
Other people's apartment's and couches and clothes
Young again
Lost again
Here we are
Here we go

Hothouse flowers crushed flat to the glass
You get hit pretty hard moving so damn fast
Hothouse flowers struggling past first bloom
You grow pretty twitchy never leaving your room

I think those lights down there are the lights of little towns
I think those lights down there are the lights of little towns

Hothouse flowers all kissing for luck
Leaving home dressed returning all messed up
Hothouse flowers kissing for fun
Skipping into stores, out runnin'

Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright
In tiny little towns across this big night
Hothouse flowers happens all the time
Tiny little towns, great big lives