Blooming Solitude

(ooh-ooh-ooh) Silent streets of paving stone

Blossoms bloom where I walk alone

Petals fall on empty cars

Hiding from the fading stars Every step is paved in red and

gold

In a town that has no hands to hold

Flowers grow where people used to stand

Just a quiet walk in wonderland (ahh-ahh)

Ivy climbs the rusted gates

No one calls and no one waits

Still the lavender smells sweet

On this long and vacant street

Are they real, or are they clay?

All the dreams that walked away? (mmmmm)

Every step is paved in red and gold

In a town that has no hands to hold

Flowers grow where people used to stand

Just a quiet walk in wonderland

Flowers grow...

No one home...