Lyrics

Coming down the Mountain where the weather ain’t so good
I tried to love you, we all did the best we could
It’s getting colder and we’re running out of wood
And we better pick the flowers soon

I never was to good at reality
I read a lot of books
Now I’m thinking ‘ bout mortality
You and me we got some history
But our hearts are filled with grace

And we better pick the flowers soon
While they’re still in bloom

Now I spend all my time looking at clouds
And you spend all of your time looking down
Maybe we’re just flowers on the ground
Oh oh oh

The seasons and the holidays,
They come around again
The memories we make with family and friends
Before you know it, it all comes to an end
And we better pick the flowers soon
And we better pick the flowers soon
While we’re still in the room

And we better pick the flowers soon
While they’re still in bloom