Текст песни Tom Chaplin - New Flowers

And so I find myself
In the ancient grove
Tall tree withered branches
So many seasons flown
See the bitter winter shiver
For a warmer world
But the summer sun
Ain't worth its weight in gold
I don't need no fast life on the road
I just want to savour my time getting old
If I don't need it
I'll let it go
And I want to admire
How the new flowers grow
How the new flowers grow
All life is happenstance
That we jeopardise
To shoot for a chance at
Some earthly paradise
Years frittered embittered waiting
For a kingdom come
You can waste a life
But it never comes
So I don't need no fast life on the road
I just want to savour my time getting old
If I don't need it
I'll let it go
And I want to admire
So I stop and admire
Lost to the wind
Are the wasted hours we've known
So carve your name on a rock
Etch it deep in the stone
Oh what on earth you waiting for?
When this moment now
Is evermore
I don't need no fast life on the road
I just want to savour my time getting old
If I don't need it
I'll let it go
And I want to admire
How the new flowers grow