Testo Tulips

I was talking to a little tulip
trying to find out anything
I'm not looking for an answer
I was drawn to it

Baby, what could come between us
with our pockets full of gold?
Baby, why'd you find another one to call your own?
one to call your own?
one to call your own?

Every hour or so, then the sun gets
tired of picking up the mess
And the hail that thundered on us
We just do what it says

Ain't no money in my pockets
Ain't no sunshine in the sky
There is nothing left to do here
Where you stand to my time (?)

You are one of many of usYou don't need a reason why
There are plenty others aside