Me and my brother were raised to be flower boys softly swaying in the wind Taught that men practice kindness Taught that being kind was the most powerful thing you could do Our father was a flower too, he raised us up in his garden Maybe one day there will be fields and fields of flower boys Softly swaying in the wind I think the world would be kinder then You can be a flower too We are, we are fields and fields Flowers swaying in the wind We are, we are fields and fields Flowers swaying in the wind We are, we are fields and fields Flowers swaying in the wind We are, we are fields and fields Flowers swaying in the wind ♪ Won't you be my flower friend? ♪ You know what really bothers me? Is that being soft doesn't get you what you want Or doesn't help, help you, you know? It seems that we don't encourage soft people We encourage hardness, we encourage ferocity We encourage anger, you know? And I don't know, I don't know if I wanna be an angry person