As a flower, eases its way through the sidewalk, I see it
Its color, possesses the town, creating all the by-standers, to frown
As I walk up to it gracefully, there's nothing more, I've got to find a way oh ... there's nothing more, I've got to find a way, out

These thorns are protected by a layer, a layer of dust ...
These thorns are protected by the sidewalk.
As I (as I) walk up (walk up) to it (to it) gracefully I'm stopped (stopped) and astounded (astounded) by its thorns.
As I walk up to it gracefully, I'm stopped and astounded by its thorns oh no