Flower chords by Jewel

Intro: D - E - G - D    D - E - G - D


   D        E      G        D
1.  She dreams of the country, her eyes go far away,
  D     E        - G       D
  she wishes for flowers, he says,   "Perhaps in May."
   D       E       G       D
  The city always was gray, the reflections of his eyes,
  D       E          G            D
  and she knows he liked it that way, and that way he shall die, well.


   D       G   - D               G
  She's always known,    that there was something more.
   D                  G
  There's this hunger in her belly like an instinct,
     D            G
   it tells her that there's something more.
   A                  G
  This living shouldn't be called living,
            D
  'cause it's really only half a life.
  A                    G
  She's a flower that grows despite cement holes -
  - - -  D - A - G     A    D   - A - G
  and she will survive,     she will survive.

   D       E       - G        D
2.  She's a rare breed with violet eyes   and leafy limbs,
   D       E          G             D
  in conversations she looks for cracks to dig her roots deep in.
      D        E         G          D
  And her ways come up like daisies, she pushes her head to the sun.
  D              E
  She says "I am content here to grow,
       G               D
   despite the steel frost that consumes everyone."


+ Chorus


    D               E
3.  In the end these steel cages will consume us,
     G                D
  and like coffins ignorance will take us in and
   D        E             G           D
  fashion don't mean anything , 'cause fashion cannot be our friends.
   D     E               G             D
  And when all else fades away, and the city falls into its sleep,
   D         E                     G
  we'll still have flesh, blood, bones and our soul to deal with,
           D
  so we should dig our roots deep.


    D   G   - D                G
   Always known,  that there was something more.
     D                  G
  There's this hunger in her belly like an instinct,
     D            G
   it tells her that there's something more.
     A               G
  This living shouldn't be called living,
       D
  'cause it's really only half a life.
   A                    G
  She's a flower that grows despite cement holes -
  - - - - D - A - G     A    D - A - G
  and we will survive,      we will survive.
     A    D - A - G - D
 And we will survive,