Constant Bloom - Moon Safari

Strange are the days, how they seem out of place

Flowers spring in a row, to defeat the ridden snow

Yet they exist without magic or tricks, when by chance loving June

Gasps for air and calls out: Bloom!

Life as is said goes up and down, we walk through the door a second time around

To do what was said but never done

And promise you gardens made of green

Yet we’re lost in this tune, just men of the moon

That sing for a world of constant bloom