If I tried to think and talk on the level   I could blow a silent wave   that would break against   the grudge you bear me   And upon your ruthless rave      Got a dull ache in my stomach and my   tired heart is standing still      I stay out of your   mean daily wars   I beware of getting into your fights   I'm a flower underwater,   see against the light   My leaves are perfect green,   ain't gonna be no bruises      If I tried to draw in profile the shape   of those who vanish off the core   I could take aim and then strike   just like you did with me before      While instead I observe your colours   through my window painted blue   And I try to refine my sorrow,   so I slowly bask in gloom   So now I'm standing still in this   doubtful borderline.      I stay out of your   mean daily wars   I beware of getting into your fights   I'm a flower underwater,   see against the light   My leaves are perfect green,   ain't gonna be no bruises.