作词 : Sam Tsui/Casey Breves 作曲 : Sam Tsui/Casey Breves Everyone knows red roses mean romance Daisies for celebration, carnations for a high school dance We’ve determined every bloom is meant to suit a circumstance
But who decided violets scream “modesty”? How can you tell a lily there’s a single thing that it’s allowed to mean? Placing labels, setting limits on a thing that should be free.
And we wrap them up in ribbons or in cellophane Assign them their occasions, taking care how they’re arranged But their colors bloomed long before we gave them names in valleys and on sun soaked hills I know the wildflowers are growing still
I prefer fewer rules when it comes to my bouquet I try to see each blossom and not the role that it’s been cast to play One forget-me-not can have a lot to say So I’m a single stem with many blooms more than just ornamental, I’m layered like a rich perfume There’s an endless palate, why not paint with all the hues?
And you could wrap me up in ribbons or in cellophane Assign me an occasion, taking care how I’m arranged But my colors bloomed long before I had a name in valleys and on sun soaked hills I’m like the wildflowers And I know the wildflowers are growing still
I’m bergamot, I’m daffodil, I’m endless fields of poppies in the spring I’m a little bit of everything, as subtle and as grand as these flowers in my hand
And you could wrap us up in ribbons or in cellophane Assign us our occasions, taking care how we’re arranged But our colors bloomed long before we had our names in valleys and on sun soaked hills And I will grow like the wildflowers ‘Cause I’m like the wildflowers And I know the wildflowers are growing still
作词 : Sam Tsui/Casey Breves 作曲 : Sam Tsui/Casey Breves Everyone knows red roses mean romance Daisies for celebration, carnations for a high school dance We’ve determined every bloom is meant to suit a circumstance
But who decided violets scream “modesty”? How can you tell a lily there’s a single thing that it’s allowed to mean? Placing labels, setting limits on a thing that should be free.
And we wrap them up in ribbons or in cellophane Assign them their occasions, taking care how they’re arranged But their colors bloomed long before we gave them names in valleys and on sun soaked hills I know the wildflowers are growing still
I prefer fewer rules when it comes to my bouquet I try to see each blossom and not the role that it’s been cast to play One forget-me-not can have a lot to say So I’m a single stem with many blooms more than just ornamental, I’m layered like a rich perfume There’s an endless palate, why not paint with all the hues?
And you could wrap me up in ribbons or in cellophane Assign me an occasion, taking care how I’m arranged But my colors bloomed long before I had a name in valleys and on sun soaked hills I’m like the wildflowers And I know the wildflowers are growing still
I’m bergamot, I’m daffodil, I’m endless fields of poppies in the spring I’m a little bit of everything, as subtle and as grand as these flowers in my hand
And you could wrap us up in ribbons or in cellophane Assign us our occasions, taking care how we’re arranged But our colors bloomed long before we had our names in valleys and on sun soaked hills And I will grow like the wildflowers ‘Cause I’m like the wildflowers And I know the wildflowers are growing still
