Music: Max Shrager/Leon Michels/Ben Borchers
There's no orchids anymore
They've been picked right off the floor
And when you slammed the door it hit my head and hurt my heart
Baby, I was crying
I'm not crying anymore
There's no orchids in the place
Only water at the bays
So I'll head out to the shore
And I'll sweep the ocean floor
Try to keep from drowning
I don't know if it's true and there's an answer coming through
Reflected from the flowers
And when you slammed the door it hit my head and hurt my heart
Baby I was crying
Oh her land is cold and dry
One day orchids will grow
Oh her kindness, and her finesse
She'll put on an orchids show
Oh her land is cold and dry
One day orchids will grow
Oh her kindness, and her finesse
She'll put on an orchids show
Oh her land is cold and dry
One day orchids will grow
Oh her kindness, and her finesse
She'll put on an orchids show
Oh her land is cold and dry
One day orchids will grow