Lids that close and time that slows the rapid eye |
| There is no dreaming in the grave |
| You'll never look into those eyes again |
| In this world, In this world |
So bend your head |
| The way that flowers bend their heads |
| I'll pour upon it my love like rain |
Bend your head |
| The way that flowers bend their heads |
| Love has died |
| But love is gonna live again |
People change and they turn strange and so will I |
| It makes no odds how we behave |
| We'll never work out how to live in peace |
| In this world, With this world |
So bend your head |
| The way that flowers bend their heads |
| I'll pour upon it my love like rain |
| Love has died but love is gonna live again |
| I'll pour upon it my love like rain |
In a place where flowers rot and die |
| In a place where truth lies down and shacks up with the lie |
| There is still you, There is still you |
| And longer than this life gives life to you |
Bend your head |
| The way that flowers bend their heads |
| I'll pour upon it my love like rain |
Love has died but love is gonna live again |
| I'll pour upon it my love like rain |
| My love like rain, My love like rain, My love like rain, |