Wildflowers - Ron Pope, The District

Love of my life, your father never watched the sky,

And your mother cried in bed.

So you danced alone, and colored pictures,

In a house where no one listened while you spoke.

And I can not promise you a fortune,

'Cause I’ve been a poor boy all my life.

All that I have to give are these two empty hands to keep you warm,

While I sing

Na na na na na na na na

I will remember

Na na na na na na na na

You and I both, we found our place among the wildflowers,

Lost, but not alone.

And I understand, all of the compromise it takes,

For you to let me breathe your air.

I don’t know much about the heavens.

Most constellations just seem like stars.

But I’ll open up my mind, and these two empty hands will keep you warm,

While I sing

Na na na na na na na na

I will remember.

Na na na na na na na na

Oh and I’ll sing

Na na na na na na na na

I will remember, Love, oh yeah.

I will not lie about perfection, 'cause we’ll have our dark and troubled days.

Love I can not help but smile, 'cause my once empty hands are filled with yours,

and we’ll sing

Na na na na na na na na

I will remember.

Na na na na na na na na

Oh and we’ll sing

Na na na na na na na na

I will remember, Love (Na na na na na na na na)

Oh, oh and I’ll sing for you.(Na na na na na na na na)

Oh and i’ll sing for you.(Na na na na na na na na)

Oh, Oh and I’ll sing for you.(Na na na na na na na na)

I’ll sing for you.

(Na na na na na na na na)