What you have you will lose
The sun will set on you too
Though you think they're your darkest hours
You can sing other tunes if you choose
Out of the black it'll loom
Pace yourself with the tide
Place your worries aside
Better bag 'em up tight
Sooner or later you'll find
Down the line, all of the leaves they turn brown
But in time, all of the leaves turn around
Though their bodies have died
All those tears that you've cried
Shining bright in the darkness of the night
Leave a glint in their eye
If we try, flowers will bloom at our sides
You and I, our flowers will bloom down the line