Hothouse Flowers

Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright

In tiny little towns across this big night

Hothouse flowers all kissing for fun

Slipping into stores then out in a run, singing

Laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin

High lives and reels, a tarantell violin

Other people's apartments and couches and clothes

Young again, lost again

Here we are, here we go

Hothouse flowers growing up so strange

Falling asleep with your boots on and waking aged

Hothouse flowers all missing their friends

Calling up late at night and hanging up on them,

screaming

Laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin

High lives and reels, your tarantell violin

Other people's apartments and couches and clothes

Young again, lost again

Here we are, here we go

Hothouse flowers crushed flat to the glass

You get hit pretty hard moving so damn fast

Hothouse flowers struggling past first bloom

You grow pretty damn twitchy never leaving your room

I think those lights down there are the lights from

little towns

Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright

In tiny little towns across this big night

Hothouse flowers all kissing for luck

Stepping out all dressed, returning all f**ked up

Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright

In tiny little towns across this big night

Hothouse flowers happens all the time

Tiny little towns living great big lives