The Blossom Filled Streets

The images of those times
And it's an understanding, it's a human emotion
It's a prayer, it's religion
It's the first flower to open
It's your times

And yours is of the large-headed flowers
Which change colour with the soil
By the path to the road
Outside your house
Yours is of the sand in the desert
And the heat and the water
Yours is of everything
With nothing taking over

And yours is of old cinemas
And walks home across the Downs
Yours is of sunshine and interest
And times in your house
Yours is of the beach and of the boat
And the words that flow
Down the motorway south
Where the red rocks fall

Yours is of buildings and a history
And a memory
Yours is of celebration and sadness
And an end that confused me
And yours is of a life now that burns
With intensity that captures the radiance
Of the first star in the deep night

We're all falling here
All falling down
But you're ahead of us
We're all falling
We're all falling down
We're all falling
We're all stars burning out
We're all falling
We're all falling down
We're all falling
We're all coming to rest
We're all falling
We're all falling down
We're all falling
We're all coming to rest