Why Don't You Bring Me Flowers?

Tell me why don't you bring me flowers?

Tell me why don't you notice me?

Another stranger on a train, a tip rock in the rain,

In the rain, in the cold, cold rain

I will throw the past on the fire

I will sing you to sleep when you're tired

When the summer's turning small

I'll buy you a sweater for the fall

Warm and soft like the moonlightBut the now we part into reveal

The truth when we gathered living soul

Teach me how to breathe