Hot house flowers grow lush and bright
in tiny little towns across this big night
hot house flowers kissing for fun
skipping into stores out in a run
singing
laments and rowdy songs
hymns about sin
high lifes and reels
a tarentell violin
other people's apartment's and couches and clothes
young again
lost again
here we are
here we go
hot house flowers growing up so strange
falling asleep with your boots on and waking aged
hot house flowers missing their friends
calling up late at night and hanging up on them.
singing
laments and rowdy songs
a hymn and a sin
high lifes and reels
your tarentell violin
other people's apartment's and couches and clothes
young again
lost again
here we are
here we go
hot house flowers crushed flat to the glass
you get hit pretty hard moving so damn fast
hot house flowers struggling past first bloom
you grow pretty twitchy never leaving your room.
i think those lights down there are the lights from little towns
hot house flowers all kissing for luck
leaving home dressed returning all messed -up
hot house flowers kissing for fun
skipping into stores, out runnin'
Hot house flowers grow lush and bright
in tiny little towns across this big night
hot house flowers happens all the time
tiny little towns, great big lives.
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