As heat rushes from her head to her feet
His sweet melody drives out the melancholy beat
And the girl who collected dead flowers
Now weaves them in her hair
And wonders if he knows
How he saved her from herself
And wonders if he knows
That he's the last thought of her day
Her waking thought
And in her dreams, between
And wonders if he knows
That he has this iridescent glow
Like the full moon's lining
That makes the stars look dim
And she wonders
As roses bloom in her soul
Would he take her
With her flaws, thorns and all?