Flowers in Kawameeh Park
I don’t care much about your eyes
They seem to beg for mine, is this still romance?
Tell me all that you love in me
I’m learning how to believe this is the best it’s ever gonna be

You listen for more than what’s heard
Remember to forget those times we reached so far to miss what’s near

Was I terrified to be alone with the words that were never told?
Did these hands weigh too much to hold or untie?
Should I contain this doubt in my veins?
I’m trying to be sorry

You listen for more than what’s heard
Remember to forget those times we reached so far to miss what’s near