Crying, crying
She couldn’t afford the view
Crying, crying
These automatic flowers won’t do
Another brick
Another window frames the confusion
Her garden blooms but Sara can’t see straight
She’s drinking herself blind
And no one knows why
She stands outside
No one can help her find
Crying, crying
She couldn’t afford the view
Crying, crying
These automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers won’t do
She’d never admit it
She’d never consider that
She’s always been
Wasting all her time
Crying, crying
She couldn’t afford the view
Crying, crying
These automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers won’t do
These automatic flowers, flowers won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do
Won’t do