As a flower Eases its way through the sidewalks I see its color possesses the town Creating all the by Standers to frown As I walk up to it Theres nothing more Ive got to find a way Theres nothing more Ive got to find a way out These thorns are prottected by a layer A layer of dust These thorns are protected Through the sidewalks As I walk up to it gracefully Im stopped And astounded by its thorns Oh No Break These thorns are protected by a layer A layer of dust These thorns are protected by a layer A layer of dust