Il testo della The sound of young america

This flower is
Onto ice cubes
And one
That bone
And window view
To much of anything
Is never a good thing
Only blooms
For what it loves
I am what i am
Just not what i was
Not sure of anything
And i don't feel a thing
I'm letting go~
Of everything i've ever known
I know
I was if this unorthodox
And bloom, bloom~

The summer has been
Thick and dry
The same as the
Seep in my eye
To much of anything
Is never a good thing
I cause a smile
Like a will win
Its just smoke and mirrors
I bet you can't
Stand for this
I'm not sure~ anything
And i don't~ feel a thing
I'm letting go~
Of everything i've ever known
I know~
I was if this unorthodox
And bloom, bloom~
Let it go, letting it go
I'm letting go~
Let it go, i'm letting go~
Let it go, i'm letting go
I'm letting go~

(after the guitar solo)
I'm letting go
Of everything i've ever known
I known
I was if this unorthodox
And bloom, bloom~
I know
I was if this unorthodox
And bloom, bloom~
The end