My flowers bloom on the moon.
What keeps 'em going is you're not there.
The sky's the limit and you're the limiter:
An atmosphere, breaking dreams.
Space is an ocean you can't traverse.
All your ships will sink.
So keep away from these green buds.
My newfound love is here to stay.
My newfound love . . .
It spreads like spores in an upwind.
It frames the floor with new skin.
It feasts on all the memories
that now mean nothing.
And I lay back with hand in hand,
watch the widow from the window.
And I smirk a little crook,
an awkward dimple at my cheek.
Because I know, because I know -
my newfound love is here to stay.
My newfound love is here to stay.
My newfound love . . .