you are a flower in the city growing up between the subway tracks each day i wish that i could take you with me and put you in my finest vase of glass if you stared at me for hours i d be happy if you blessed my life with sweetness i d stay sane but to pick a flower is to pick its day of dyin so i won t play god and you ll remain you are the moon above my window shining down upon my sleepless face one night i pulled you down and we went walking through the empty streets alone in our embrace i could hold you here forever in this silence where your light would shine for no one else but me but to steal the moon is to doom the world to darkness so i won t play god i will set you free you are a flower in the city growing through the concrete by yourself oh how i wish that i could take you with me but you can t grow in a prison on my shelf no you can t grow in a prison on my shelf