I Brought Them to You

I found them in the middle of the stall, where the sun was They were fresh, a little messy, like the grass I brought them to you They smelled like the clean hands of someone drying dishes And the way they stood there felt delicate I brought them to you For how you look at things that never speak I bring you all that stays beautiful without a reason without a reason they stay they stay There’s a blue flower in the bunch, with fine-edged petals That blue seemed to be speaking without saying anything I brought them to you For how you look at things that never speak I bring you all that stays beautiful without a reason without a reason they stay they stay One flower had a tip that was a little chipped But the red was full Like a morning The paper was damp, tied with a string I looped it around Just twice There was no need to tell you what it meant You took them gently And said nothing If you open the window and smell the street The flowers are still there, resting on the sideboard (mm–mm) They’re still where you left them, between the light and silence If you open the window and smell the street The flowers are still there, resting on the sideboard (ahh–ahh) They’re still where you left them, between the light and silence (they stay... they stay... without a reason)