[Style: Tonal balance first: open, defined low mids with restrained resonance and no boxy coloration. Preserve warm analogue body with clear upper-mid articulation, natural high-frequency air and defined transient edges. Maintain a smooth, natural spectral balance with a gentle pink-noise-like tilt, preserving warmth, presence and air without localized buildup, scooping or exaggerated brightness .Keep the vocal intimate and forward in an airy center. Place sustained textures and reflections across distinct left-right and front-back planes. Low-end clarity enforced: sub bass and kick occupy separate frequency bands, no overlap with pad tail or FX bass, sidechain shaping and dynamic EQ maintain low-end focus without mud or distortion, pad filtered below 100H] [Verse 1] In the morning, they bloom for you Soft gold on the windowsill Roses leaning in the heat Like they know the room goes still Little hands in a garden row Pick the future, one by one Smile now, while the colors glow Before the season turns and runs [Pre-Chorus] Tell me who decides What a life will hold One petal on your tongue Then the stem turns cold And the whole town bows When the blossoms speak They name your joy Then they name your grief [Chorus] Sunny flowers, sunny flowers They decide us Sunny flowers, sunny flowers Then they dry up Roses to dust, roses to dust In your palm Sunny flowers, sunny flowers And we fall with them [Verse 2] There’s a girl with ink on her sleeve Counting blossoms by the gate Says my name in violet smoke Like my fate arrived late Every head in the market bends When the marigolds look away Men and mothers, girls and boys All are borrowed from the day [Pre-Chorus] Tell me who decides When the light goes thin If the petals break Do we break with them? And the whole town bows When the blossoms speak They name your love Then they name your grief [Chorus] Sunny flowers, sunny flowers They decide us Sunny flowers, sunny flowers Then they dry up Roses to dust, roses to dust In your palm Sunny flowers, sunny flowers And we fall with them [Bridge] Now the vase holds bones of red Cracked white halos on the floor What was fragrant, what was fed Doesn’t open anymore Still I touch the dying crown Still I hear the quiet vow If the flowers write our lives Let them write me home somehow [Final Chorus] Sunny flowers, sunny flowers They decide us Sunny flowers, sunny flowers Then they dry up Roses to dust, roses to dust In your palm Sunny flowers, sunny flowers And we fall with them Sunny flowers, sunny flowers Burning sweet Sunny flowers, sunny flowers Then decay
