The flowers under the concrete
Mom, tell me, where do we go?
Will we ever really know
Or are we just pretending, all the time
Where does the heart go when it gets lost
Through doubts and winters
Why do the days all look the same
Do we end up seeing what we're building
Happiness, that fragile thread
When it wavers and breaks
Mom, tell me, where does it go?
Why does the world seem so big
When we grow a little bigger than before
What happens to the dreams that run away
And the memories we forget
Will I always have questions
Maybe I'll turn them into songs