Cyclamen
Cyclamen, you're holding it in again; There's winter in every spring; It's time to let go; Cyclamen, the temperature’s rising again; But you're tuber is absorbing the rain; Continues to grow; I know I am dying; Still I'm gonna go trying; I’ll make it better; It's over. It's over. It's over.  ; Cyclamen, it's hard to breath ‘cause the air; Is filled with your prayers again; You’ve got to let go; Cyclamen, Time will always be lighter than Pain; It floats away from your stem; You're left with a bulb; I know I am dying; Still I'm gonna go trying; I’ll make it better; It's over. It's over. It's over.  ; It's over. It's over. It's over.  It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over. It's over.; 