There's a forest in her eyes
And a canvass on my heart
Im studying her hues
Warm summer moss over gray ocean blue and
Every line I drew
Was traced away
See a flower sprouting through
And I'm hoping it can
Bloom
I'm hoping it can
Bloom
There's a sadness in her eyes
And a longing in my heart
And I'm searching for the words
In the pines, on the rocks
I even asked the birds
But every line I spoke
Came out in a mouthful of mess
Picked that flower while i could
Put it in a cup on my window sill
I'm still hoping it might
Bloom
Hoping it can
Bloom
Hoping it can
Bloom
Hoping it can
Bloom
Hoping it can
Bloom
Hoping it can
Bloom
Hoping it can
Bloom
Hoping it can
Bloom