Flowers From 1970

One day, a man from 1970 gave me a call

He had dirty blonde hair and compared to me, he's pretty tall

He had lime green eyes and bigger hands I wish that I could hold

And we'd spend 8 in the evening talking on the telephone

He's so full of himself and he likes making sadistic jokes

But there's something that I'm so in love with in the way he spoke

And the way he draws, the way he sings along to his guitar

If only the distance between us wasn't so that goddamn far

When I'm talking to him, that's the happiest I'll ever be

And he makes me feel so special, I love it whenever he

Compliments me, tries to hide the fact that he's obsessed with me

Went through trouble sending me flowers from 1970

As I'm falling for him more and more, the more it'll hurt the day he leaves

And when I hear his voice, it's like it's straight out of a dream

I would do things for him that completely messes my routine

So even just for a minute, it'd feel like he's right next to me

I would take time out of busy days, so I could hear his laugh

Listen to his favorite songs while staring at his photograph

I needed him, I wanted him, right person but wrong time

And on September 9, the telephone cord cut the line

But you said it yourself, flowers from 1970 couldn't last that long, and you were my flower

And for one last time I said Goodbye, old man

You said You take care of those flowers, wrong number

When I'm talking to him, that's the happiest I'll ever be

And he makes me feel so special, I love it whenever he

Compliments me, tries to hide the fact that he's obsessed with me

Went through trouble sending me flowers from 1970

(When I'm talking to him, that's the happiest I'll ever be

And he makes me feel so special, I love it whenever he

Compliments me, tries to hide the fact that he's obsessed with me

Went through trouble sending me flowers from 1970)

Oh, when I'm talking to him, that's the happiest I'll ever be

And he made me feel so special, but it broke me when he

Asked for closure, proof that in 1970, a man

Who didn't even exist yet had loved me

You said you just can't have your heart in 2020 with me

When your heart belongs there in 1970

Maybe in another life, we'd do the things we couldn't do

So I'd hold you in my arms and tell you how much I love you

One day, a man from 1970 gave me a call

Now my only memories of him are handprints on the wall

And that faded green paint, three familiar words were written under

Once upon a time, same room, same house, fifty years apart

We had loved each other