Oh, you put me down to my knees You told me to wake up You also told me you could love the world But you couldn´t love me What am I supposed to do with this flower blooming in my chest ? That´s the flower of distress That´s been blooming in my chest But I do understand You just don´t wanna give up the possibilities in your hand since your mind and heart are free (uh, my knees) my knees don´t understand (uh, my heart) my heart does make demands So tell me... What am I supposed to do with this flower blooming in my chest? That´s the flower of distress That´s been blooming in my chest It´s been blooming in my chest Such a flower of distress