You and me
We sweat
We slave
We gamble recklessly as if a dagger in the dark

Me and you
We misbehave
We trample fecklessly upon the bladder of our hearts

But it’s a happy flower in the morning sun
And it’ll keep perfuming when the morning’s done
This ain’t no tacky flower in a masquerade
And it’ll keep on blooming till it steals the shade
Of the garden ‘neath our windowpane

You and me
We leave
We lie
 [bad word] through the ramble off the road of sad goodbyes

Me and you
We tease
We try
We’re cutting off the ample charms put forward from the skies

But it’s a happy flower in the morning sun
And it’ll keep on glowing when the morning’s done
And though our happy flower doesn’t make a sound
Well it’ll keep growing till it fills the ground
Of the garden ‘neath our windowpane

Happy flower, happy flower, happy flower