It was a great day, so fine, 'till it fades.
What can I do? You fly on your way.
held on so tight, too late to the fray,
Drawn to the rose, as red slipped away.
I never knew, how far we'd stray
Still hope to find our way someday.
so, let them bloom
let them bloom
let them bloom that blue, upon the sky,
like they're meant to fly.
let them bloom.
let them bloom
What can I do? You fly on your way.
held on so tight, too late to the fray,
Drawn to the rose, as red slipped away.
I never knew, how far we'd stray
Still hope to find our way someday.
so, let them bloom
let them bloom
let them bloom that blue, upon the sky,
like they're meant to fly.
let them bloom.
let them bloom