CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : The Flowers of London
The strange and the curious
Grew well in dark corners
Away from the trampling feet
Warmed by their own strange heat
They swayed to their own strange breeze
But now
The flowers of London have gone
They cut up the sky
And the garden ran dry
For they left it no space
To grow on
This once
Was a garden for some
But now the night
And its garden
Have gone
The flowers of London have gone
Grew well in dark corners
Away from the trampling feet
Warmed by their own strange heat
They swayed to their own strange breeze
But now
The flowers of London have gone
They cut up the sky
And the garden ran dry
For they left it no space
To grow on
This once
Was a garden for some
But now the night
And its garden
Have gone
The flowers of London have gone
