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
I may grow but I'll be gnarled and twisted, now
I'm tiltin', driftin', wiltin'
Wither away like bones to dust
Shrivel up, break, and combust
Brittle, browned, and wilted
What was once green is grey
Hysterical, useless, and frail
My leaves have all decayed
Morning glory now nightingale
So wither away like bones to dust
Shrivel up, break, and combust
Brittle, browned, and wilted
Can you picture the world without the sun?
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