John Gold the flower in my head

So now you wait for it
It comes to you
It just comes to you
It's like the flower in my head
How I knew you would
It just comes to you
And all the voices in my hands of yesterday
Have all but one faded away
It comes to you
I blink and the story's on the wall
I blink and the story's on the wall
New lines on my face, new lines of a poem
So loud and quiet at the same time
I don't know what we'll find
But don't look back now
Before you right now
Before you right now
I blink and the story's on the wall
New lines on my face, new lines of a poem
I blink and the story's on the wall
New lines on my face, new lines of a poem
Before you right now
Before you right now
Before you right now