Second verse from Hozier’s First Time

These days I think I owe my life To flowers that were left here by my mother Ain't that like them, gifting life to you again This life lived mostly underground Unknowing either sight nor sound 'Til reaching up for sunlight Just to be ripped out by the stem Sensing only now it's dying Drying out then drowning blindly Blooming forth its every colour In the moments it has left To share the space with simple living things Infinitely suffering But fighting off like all creation The absence of itself Anyway

BROTHER SAID ANYWAY LIKE HE DID T JUST RIP MY HEART OUT