Sidewalk’s Remanence

As a flower eases its way through the sidewalk, I see it
Its colour possesses the town, creating all the by-standers (to frown)

As I walk up to it, there's nothing more, I've got to find a way, oh
There's nothing more, I've got to find a way out

These thorns are protected by a layer; a layer of dust
These thorns are protected by the sidewalk

As I walk up to it, gracefully I'm stopped and astounded by its thorns
As I walk up to it, gracefully I'm stopped and astounded by its thorns, oh no

These thorns are protected by a layer; a layer of dust
These thorns are protected by a layer; a layer of dust