If I go on what I'm told I really am not very old My back does ache, my psyche's stretched Have I earned my wisdom yet Flowers are such pretty things Right up there with butterfly wings Have you held one in your hand If I go on what's been said I feel my heart make my face red I close my eyes and cry instead No one's any closer now Time can't change, it can't know how Does this help you understand? Rolling, rising, hear me sing Flowers are such pretty things My pretty pendulum swings Ageless, mindless, young and wrecked Learning hasn't happened yet If I go on what I'm told I really am not very bold