Text: The New York Room. Floatful.

will you still notice
when I close myself down
with my leaves wilting
with my petals brown, again

will you still
will you, please
dont look away
dont walk passed
dont walk passed

when I call out
when I am shivering-sad
when I am broken-hearted
will you hold my hand?

when I wander
when I lose my way
when I falter
will you still be there?

when I feel as I do
will you feel the same?

will you still see me
when all around
the rushes grow green
and the blossoms are crowned?

will you still
will you, please
dont look away
dont walk passed
dont walk passed

when I go too far
when I pull away
when I break a promise
will you understand?

when the day is long
when the twilight shines
when the night is over
will you still be mine?

when I feel as I do
will you feel the same?