Flowers for Smelling - Elephant Parade

And as they'll sit in the dark each watching the spot on the ceiling
The fan will turn slow
There'll be nowhere to go to
And just as the years
They grow strong for each other
The sheets will say home
The door knobs will drown under the noise
Coming from outside of their kingdom
The people want more
Using the horse that will creep like white noise through the background of their sadness
She'll tell him to stop
He'll tell her he's like that because even at the most happiest time of her being
People stay gone
The past is the past
But it's still here between the fan the doors the knobs and the ceiling
But the laughter will drown
And for one little moment he will forget
She will be his
Everything just for a minute
The future is here
The flowers are smelling
Oh