FLOWERS

- written by B. Cole
- appears on NANCY SINATRA: WOMAN - RCA LSP 4774/SP 8331 (1973)
- appears on NANCY SINATRA: SHEET MUSIC - DZS 160 (1998)

Lyrics

Flowers
I lie quietly
Watching you arrange them
Didn't know there selling spring flowers now
Always loved something tiny, shiny and golden

The doors been unlocked for hours
For you and your wandering
For you
And whatever dark hour you attach to home

Don't you dare lie down 'cos it's much too late
While you've been learning to love
I've been learning to hate
You think your silly little flowers
Will hide the smell of old hallways
Well take your silly little flowers and go to hell
Your wrong
Like always

Come lie down beside me
It's not too late
You need me now
The rest can wait
Warm your hands on me
Warm your hands on me