Bloom

Oh, what I would do to rid you of the hell that torments your deepest memories
The strife that we had once endured are tales that we’ve kept unheard beneath
our fruitful shame
We will bloom
We will bloom
We will bloom
We will bloom
I want us to exist beyond the roots
In the deepest trenches we have yet to discover of our damaged selves
We will bloom
We will bloom
We will bloom
We will bloom
We will bloom
If only I could convince time
To bestow its kindness
Upon us like the dew from trees
That sustains all that’s beneath
If only I could convince time
To bestow its kindness
Upon us like the dew from trees
That sustains all that’s beneath
We’d bloom
We’d bloom
Through all the hell we’ve endured
We’ll bloom
We will bloom
We will bloom
We will bloom
We will bloom
If only I could convince time