I see all the flowers growing But my mind is branching off Between channeling and knowing Where the Sun is high above I lack understanding Why my love is so demanding But love itself is rarely understood I'm reaching for direction Sun-dialing in reflection If only I could feel the way I should I see all the flowers growing But my mind is branching off Between channeling and knowing Where the Sun is high above I lack understanding Why my love is so demanding But love itself is rarely understood I'm reaching for direction Sun-dialing in reflection If only I could feel the way I should