Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright
In tiny little towns across this big night
Hothouse flowers all kissing for fun
Slipping into stores then out in [bad word] 
Singing laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin
High lives and reels, a tarantell’ violin
Other people’s apartments and couches and clothes
Young again, lost again
Here we are, here we go

Hothouse flowers growing up so strange
Falling asleep with your boots on and waking aged
Hothouse flowers all missing their friends
Calling them late at night and hanging up on them
Screaming laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin
High lives and reels, your tarantell’ violin
Other people’s apartments and couches and clothes
Young again, lost again
Here we are, here we go

I'm screaming laments and rowdy songs, hymns about sin
High lives and reels, your tarantell’ violin
Other people’s apartments and couches and clothes
Young again, lost again
Here we are, here we go

Hothouse flowers pressed flat to the glass
You get hit pretty hard moving so [bad word] fast
Hothouse flowers pushing past first bloom
You grow pretty [bad word] twitchy never leaving your room

I think those lights down there are the lights of little towns
Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright
In tiny little towns across this big night
Hothouse flowers all kissing for luck
Stepping out all dressed, returning all [bad word] up
Hothouse flowers grow lush and bright
In tiny little towns across this big night
Hothouse flowers happens all the time
Tiny little towns living great big lives