When you leave and you hide your heart,|Beneath those baggy sleeves.|When you finally take a big step back to breathe, |I'll still bring you flowers.|When it's time and my sad love songs,|Run out of words to rhyme.|And the clouds block out my view of the Divine,|I'll still bring you flowers.||It's funny how the pieces fit when our eyes meet, |I can't believe you love me like you do.|And honey how the universe is in the street,|When I'm alone and driving home with you.|| And what you need,| And all the things I'll never get to be.| Won't fill the spaces between you and me,| Because I'll still bring you flowers.| And where we go,| And all the truths will never get to know,| Won't mean a thing when we are dancing slow.| Because I'll still bring you flowers.||It's funny how the pieces fit when our eyes meet, |I can't believe you love me like you do.|And honey how the universe is in the street,|When I'm alone and driving home with you.||When you're gone, |If I'm alive and I haven't moved on.|Then I'll still write the same old sappy songs,|And I'll still bring you flowers. |Oh I'll still bring you flowers.