The Flower Lane

So now she’s gone and I feel a mess
Leave the world outside to stay inside my head
Anyone to talk to I haven’t met before?
They said it couldn’t happen
Not something to shoot for
Imagine all the people walking out the door
A million pretty faces and no one to care for

The flower lane
The flower lane
The flower lane

And if you want to see me
You know just where I’ll be
Hiding in the corner of the basement gallery

I’m in the back of my mind looking for a map
It takes me to a place that’s like nowhere else
A house of broken mirrors ringing out the past
Trying to tell a story I hope this time it lasts
They said it couldn’t happen
Walking out the door
Where does she go?

The flower lane
The flower lane
The flower lane
The flower lane
The flower lane
The flower lane