Halloweens - Other Men's Flowers

You’re moving out in the morning
And you’ll be gone when I’m done touring
You’ll be gone - you’ll be gone

You’ll be impossible to fill in
My little lion cub, my kitten
You’re moving on, you’re moving on

Out of the cemetery of memories
Where bodyguards of truth surround me
Where you belong - will you be long?

I’m done hiding
So I’m fighting

Can’t stay here alone, this ain’t no home if it’s not ours
Sleeping in the sheets I’ve ripped from other men’s flowers
Driving you away, I’ve only got myself to-blame
Shame shame shame shame

I think the bed’s become an ocean
The sea of change is in slow motion
So I rise, onto your side

It’s where I’ll dream you never left me
Forever echoing in reverie
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide

And your horizon begs for stories
About the Grecians, about Rory
But there are none, so I reply

If this is it then why go gently
Fire forty rounds until ur empty
Into the rose, into the crown

And when the past is back in boxes
And all our birthday cards are corpses
That’s how it goes, no turning round

Nope

You’re moving out, moving on, you’re moving out, moving out, moving on
You’re moving out, moving on, you’re moving out, moving out, moving on

Written by:
Justin Hayward-Young, Timothy Lanham, William Bloomfield

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Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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