ten feet twenty the flower man is waiting for the touch of his hand straigthening petals out without a plan like the every daily wish that bothers the flower man could I do something to make him laugh inside my little chamber made of glass so he lived the flower man, flower man with his heart in the sand so he stands to watch the whole wide world from a can way high up in the sky with the sun in his eyes ain't it nice the life forever for flowers ten feet twenty the flower man is waiting for the touch of his hand fallen to pieces still without a plan yet the every daily hope that powered the flower man would never cower off of its path even if broken I am more than glass so he lived the flower man, flower man with his heart in the sand so he stands to watch the whole wide world from a can way up high in the sky with the sun in your eyes ain't it nice the life forever for flowers
