Love there are flowers, hangin' in the vine   So high you cannot see   Now my mind, must go on holiday   Torn from it's hook, a broken Valentine   I see the smoke from a revolver   Will I get hit? I hardly care   When I'm bombed, I stretch like bubblegum   (Gum)   And look too long, straight at the morning sun   Love there are flowers along the avenue   All things perfectly in place   I build a shrine, I set a monument   Because you're fire   Because you're a fire escape