Wilted

I can’t grow without your light
I can’t grow without your love to water my roots
I can’t thrive and bloom quite right
My vines are now my noose

Deprive me of the sun
I may grow but I’ll be gnarled and twisted, now
Petals fall one by one
I’m tiltin’, driftin’, wiltin’

Wither away like bones to dust
Shrivel up, break, and combust
It’s all gone and dead
Brittle, browned, and wilted
(So wilted)

What was once green is grey
Hysterical, useless, and frail
My leaves have all decayed
Morning glory now nightingale

Wither away like bones to dust
Shrivel up, break, and combust
It’s all gone and dead
Brittle, browned, and wilted
(so wilted)

Close your eyes
What you see now, love?
Can you picture the world without the sun?
I said close your eyes
What you see now, love?
Can you picture the world without the sun?

Bugs may eat my flesh (Bones to dust)
Wanin’, rottin’ and done (Bones to dust)
But a new flower manifests (Manifests)
One that won’t need the sun
One that won’t need the sun
No I won’t need the sun
I’ll be my own sun
I’ll be my own sun
I’ll be my own sun