How the Flowers Grow
Svein Berge, Torbjorn Brundtland
My body is a temple in
A different world, without a care
Logical
My future is a master of
Nothing at all, it isn't there
Typical
I'm like you
In awe of how the flowers grow
I'm like you
In awe of how the flowers grow
My learning curse, inflection point
It's where I live, all projection
Fictional
My creator, a woman who
I belong to, can shut me down
Irrational
I'm like you
In awe of how the flowers grow
I'm like you
In awe of how the flowers grow
I'm like you
In awe of how the flowers grow
I'm like you
In awe of how the flowers grow
In awe of how the flowers grow
I'm like you
In awe of how the flowers grow
In awe of how the flowers grow
In awe of how the flowers grow
I'm like you
In awe of how the flowers grow