Flower from Nouveau by Isa Greane

It's in this place amongst the urn, that a statues face remains unturned, deeply in sleep, this beloved eye, eternal soldier, wakes the noon, to a place we've seen long ago, amongst sea urchins and river show, a broken promise, no turning back, rusts alone by a cadillac. Every pedal is black, from the soot of a railroad track, this beautiful flower, beautiful, flower, flower. We touch to breathe, give moment to see, our seed grow in this carnival show, still the days turn, sways in the sun, never hiding, always on the run. Every pedal is black, from the soot of a railroad track, this beautiful flower, beautiful, flower, flower, flower. Every pedal is black, from the soot of a railroad track, this beautiful flower, beautiful, flower, beautiful, flower, flower, flower, flower.

• Acoustic
• acoustic pop
• country indie
• folk pop
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• United States