Plastic Flowers from Time Stalkers by Time Stalkers

2nd time you saw them with them
2nd time is coming again
Plastic flowers
sun filled the room
doesn’t matter
always in bloom

Aim with a bow like a crane with a crow when you sing while you sew while you say:
“Taming a doe to refrain while you flow and we’re pink with a bow and it’s gay”

2nd time it melted again
2nd time but you’re still my friend
illusion’s static
the wrinkles on my face
plastic flowers
always the case

we sink our boats
we poke our floats
we pop our pills
we rake up things
we clink our toasts
we snap up coats
we live like goats with plastic rings
we build up boats
we blow up floats
we pop up pills
we take down things
burn toast
take off coats
we laugh like goats
we live like kings

plastic Flowers

• Pop
• folk
• orchestral
• peace
• poetry
• punk
• New York